#yeah this took a while. and a lot of thinking.

[reidrum]

false god | s.r.

A/N: hehehehehineedhimcarnallyheheheheh.

summary: in which spencer finally comes home from a case after you've just finished exams and can't resist showing you just how proud he is

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, university!reader, p in v sex, creampie, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), heavy petting, praise kink, pet names, aftercare

wc: 3.3k

The apartment is quiet when Spencer slowly opens the door, twisting the knob back into place with so much care that not even the faintest click could be heard. It’s been nearly a week since he’s been home, since he’s seen you. While in normal times it would be bearable because he’d call and facetime you every day, you were unfortunately also too busy with school and finals to even engage or drop a quick hello to him. You knew he was busy, he knew you were busy right back. Time got so far away it jumbled your synchronized schedules.

He missed you, a lot, is what he’s trying to get at.

Careful not to make any noise, he slides his shoes and satchel off and leaves it by the door. Spencer walks to the kitchen as he takes off his suit jacket to hang it on the chair, and opens the fridge to grab a glass of water. He notes that while he’s been trying to be quiet, the apartment has been quiet. You’re probably sleeping, he knows how exhausted you’ve been the past couple weeks. 

Spencer should feel guilty when he walks to the bedroom, mindlessly undoing the cuffs of his dress shirt. He can’t bring himself to feel such a way when he finds you sprawled out on the bed—your shared bed, he still thinks in disbelief—softly snoring away while your hair fans around you and your pajamas crumple about your body.

You stir slightly at the sound of his footsteps and he freezes, watching you settle back into deep sleep right as he reaches the edge of the bed. He kneels down to be level with your face and reaches a hand out to gently brush your hair back, no longer concerned with not waking you and suddenly overwhelmed with the dire need to see your eyes.

“Hi angel,” he murmurs, “I’m home.”

You sigh and flutter your eyes open, a lazy smile growing in recognition of the face in front of you, “Spence, missed you.”

He has to consciously hold back a groan. The way you even just say his name is enough to bring him to his knees—evidently so by his current position—but he has to be a gentleman and considerate of how tired you must be.

“Missed you too,” he continues to stroke your hair, “You alright? Exams go okay?”

“Mhm, all A’s.”

Spencer beams, “That’s my girl.”

You preen under his soft touch, “Case go fine?”

He nods, “Took a while but we got him, glad to be home now.”

“Oh good,” you mumble, “come to bed now.”

“Let me go change first and I’ll join.” he almost stands to his full height before he feels your hand stopping him, “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t go.” you whine.

His thumb goes to rub over your outreached hand, kneeling back down to your face, “I’ll only be five minutes.”

“Too long,” you sigh, “need a kiss first.”

Spencer lets himself be pulled closer to you and presses his lips to yours. He smiles into you, but it’s a deep kiss that shows how much you missed each other. Your lips deepen the kiss and your hand holds the back of his neck close to you. If he wasn’t so attuned to you he would have missed the faint whimper you let out. But he knows you like a native language, subconsciously able to pick up on the nuances you give.

“What’s really wrong?” he mumbles against your lips.

You pout, “Missed you.”

He chuckles softly, “You said that.”

“Meant it,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” Spencer rises to sit on the bed to sit next to your lying body, his hand smoothing down your face to take place on your neck, “Left my poor baby all alone.”

“So cruel of you.”

“So cruel,” he echoes. You’re laid out on the bed with a blanket barely covering you, leaving him no question that you’re wearing the silk pajama set he bought you a few weeks ago. He’d seen it in the window of a shop walking home from the library one day, and walked about three blocks thinking about you in the set before turning around to purchase it.

You don’t usually splurge on luxury items, you found it made you feel silly to spend that kind of money on yourself when it could go towards bills or other important necessities. Spencer did not find it silly, in fact he found it imperative that you are spoiled and shown how loved you are. He doesn’t buy into materialism, he knows the way he loves you speaks louder than any item or string of words can hold. But he’ll argue it’s a compulsion, a way of life even. 

“Cute pajamas.” he says, trailing a hand down the length of your arm.

A lazy smile grows on your face again, “Thanks, my boyfriend bought them for me.”

He grins, “He must really like you.”

“Something like that.” you giggle.

“You look really nice in it.” You can tell he’s restraining, for who’s sake is still up for question.

“Just nice?”

“I’m trying to be polite here, pretty girl.”

“But what if I wore it because I don’t want you to be nice?” you push.

Spencer lets his hand rest on the inward curve of your hip, squeezing slightly at your taunt. “You’re not tired?”

“Not for you.”

He hooks his fingers below your waistband and lingers, “I think you’re too good to me.”

“Sometimes I think it’s not enough,” you grin.

“Oh it’s more than enough, angel. Don’t worry.”

His fingers travel further down and ghost the front of your panties, the flutter of your eyelashes giving him all the confirmation he needs to keep going. He gently strokes a digit back and forth, watching as your breathing deepens quickly.

“Shh, I got you,” he coos, “just relax.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder to help you curl further into him, his other hand lazily stroking lightly against your slit. “Must be so tired from all that studying, hm?”

You nod into him, your lower lip pouting as his strokes begin to take root in pleasure. “Needed you.”

He hums, “I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m here now, can I make it up to you?”

A sharp gasp leaves you as his finger dips below the fabric, swiping intently and slowly up your folds before returning to above your panties, “Please,” you beg.

Spencer smiles and hooks two fingers onto the fabric covering your core and tugs it to the side, using his index finger to hold it in place. He uses his middle and marriage to collect the slick at your entrance and smear it all over your cunt, finally using his thumb to work it into your clit with soft circles.

You moan out at the intense sensation, deeper breaths escaping as he dips his fingers into your cunt. “Fu—uck, Spence.”

“Feels good?” he asks, you nod quickly digging your head further into his chest, “Good, look so pretty like this baby.”

He pumps his fingers at a deathly slow pace, more so for him to feel every ridge and inch of you as he enters and leaves. He was gone for so long, and while his eidetic memory has served him well, there is nothing in this realm that will ever compare to the feeling of you at his mercy. He would sit in his hotel room and stare at the ceiling, trying his hardest to move heaven and earth to materialize you out of the atomized memories he has of you tucked away into his hippocampus.

It’s no use, he’s come to realize. Nothing will ever capture the way your face contorts when his long fingers brush against that spot inside you, how you say his name in that breathy moan that makes him wonder with all parts doubt in how he could ever leave you alone to your own devices. Someone like you should never have to lift a finger in their life, should never feel pain or sorrow or anger.

So in an act of repentance, he snakes the arm that was around your shoulder down to your chest and lets his hand dip under the silk tank top to cup your breast. He catches your nipple between his thumb and index and rolls with love, with a yearn to fill the void of lost time and to present himself with the worthiness of forgiveness. 

You grant him salvation, in the form of you preening at his fingertips like a goddess in full divinity, soft moans falling from your lips in sacred prayer. 

He speeds up his fingers when he feels you clamp around him every other thrust, “Close?” he murmurs.

You hum deliriously, “S—So close,”

It’s only one, two, three more deep strokes until you come undone all over his fingers, his pace not letting up as it takes you to the peak and leaves you floating above. Only does the gentle circling of his thumb on your clit regain your consciousness and tether you back down to the ground.

You weakly push a hand against his arm, “Too much,”

“Okay, okay,” he gently removes his fingers and immediately pulls them into his mouth, softly moaning as he swirls his tongue and swallows all of you. 

God, does he love how you taste. His eyes roll to the back of his head—you’re practically nectarious, a testament of what truly stood in the way between Eve and sin. Spencer finds himself moving on his own accord, much like Eve entering the Garden of Eden, because he simply cannot resist temptation any longer.

“Spence…what are you,” you whisper, words slurring in your post orgasmic haze.

He kisses down your shoulder and trails down your chest into your torso, slowly climbing further down your body until he’s reached the crest of your hip bones. His thumbs smooth the expanse of the skin, pushing the silk fabric of your shorts up to reveal the lacy panties you’ve chosen to wear that night. Lavender, his favorite.

You feel the ends of his curls tickle the inside of your thigh, and it’s then you realize his goal. “Baby, I don’t think I can…oh—ohh.”  You’re cut off by him pressing a firm kiss to your clothed cunt, his thumbs symmetrically kneading the flesh of your thighs.

“Good, don’t want you to think,” he mumbles, “just want you to feel me.”

He hooks his fingers into the sides of your shorts and panties, pulling them off you in one fell swoop. You take a sharp inhale at the exposed air reaching you, but he quickly soothes it by returning his lips to the crevice where your thighs meet your core.

“I don’t mean to sound crass, but I need you to know that I had every intention of coming home to you and just letting you rest. Maybe fuck you to sleep once if you were a little more awake.” he wraps his arms around your legs and locks down, “I’ll take the fault for thinking I could be satiated with just a little taste of you, but it’s not my fault you were laid out looking so beautiful and tired. You understand I had to do something, right?”

He slowly lets his tongue trail from the bottom to the top of your cunt, your face contorting with deep pleasure and his eyes fluttering shut.

“My apologies, pretty girl.”

His tongue dives back into you like a selfish man, in a way that shows indulging in you is merely an incentive for him and no one else. Your voice singing out his name in breathy moans is a worthwhile bonus. He laps up every drop of you while you drift in and out of consciousness, the exhaustion of the past few weeks coming to a head and dispersing at the mercy of Spencer Reid. 

“Spence—oh,” you whine, your hand going to lazily perch in his hair to tug lightly. He groans into your cunt and grinds down his own length into the bed, the insatiable hunger building between his own legs yet his desire too desperate to be anywhere but between your own to take care of himself properly for now.

He unhooks an arm around one of your thighs and slips two fingers into your hole, nearly whimpering at how easy you took them in.

“There we go, there’s my girl. All ready for me,” he murmurs, “just need one more from you like this and I’ll give you what you want, angel. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You inhale sharply, voice getting caught in the overwhelm of it all, “G—Gonna come,”

“ ‘m right here baby, come all over my mouth. Need it so bad.” he begs.

Spencer Reid rubbing his own length onto your bed while he lays between your legs with his tongue buried deep inside you, begging you to come for him because he sounds like he might actually die if you don’t—is what sends you over the edge.

Your second orgasm washes over you like a soft wave hitting the shore, deceptively calm yet sneaking into every crevice and corner of your being and occupying it with full intention and purpose. Your back arches and falls back to the bed with a thud, your chest heaving up and down as it tries to bring you to rest.

“You okay?” Spencer grins up at you from between your thighs with that stupid smile that makes you feel all funny inside, an added bonus when it’s glistening with you.

You hum in soft agreement, hands aimlessly reaching for him. “C’mere, please.”

He slowly slides back up your body atop you, your arms linking behind his neck and tugging him down to kiss him resolutely on his lips. You start off with little pecks, peppering in little I love you’s between each one, you don’t even realize he’s turned your bodies so you’re both laying on your sides facing each other.

Spencer breaks the kiss reluctantly, his hands smoothing down your torso before gently turning you around so your back is flush with his chest. “Think you can give me one more, sweet girl?”

In all the rustling and movement he’s somehow rid himself of his underwear, evidenced by you utterly melting as he lines himself up at your entrance. Spencer wraps his arms around your stomach, one finger ghosting over your clit as he guides himself to your core. He lets the head drag tauntingly between your folds, gathering all the slick and spit onto himself to coat in.

“I—I don’t know,” a low groan escapes you, “i—if I can.”

“Oh baby, I know you can take it.” he coos, slipping himself into you inch by inch, “always take what I give you, hm? That’s why you’re my good girl, my best girl.”

You whimper as he sinks further into you, the overstimulation from your previous orgasms catching up to you.

He bottoms out, nuzzled in between your legs and into the crook of your neck, and moans out softly at how your close proximity is soothing every ailment he claimed to have in the time spent away from you. If he had to compare your divinity to a being, he could be basic and say Aphrodite for all the obvious reasons in which your beauty is a weapon. But if you were to really ask him, he would say Apollo for how you could simply smile at him with the radiance of the sun and heal him entirely.

For now, he’ll settle by giving his appreciation through slow thrusts and low murmurs in your ears. His hips pull back and gently push forward, lips immediately tacking onto your neck.

“Oh, angel girl,” his voice drips with wreck, “missed this so much, missed you so much.”

Your senses are on fire, every last one of them screaming with the memory of your previous peak, and the one before that. And yet, in thinly veiled love disguised as sadism, the burning ceases and all you can feel is him.

Suddenly, it’s not nearly enough.

Your hand reaches behind your body and clasps onto his cheek, holding him in place and close to you—as if there’s anywhere else he’d rather be. “More,”

He doesn’t think twice and hooks an arm under the bend of your knee, holding your leg pulled back towards him, and opening you up beautifully for him to thrust deeper into you.

“This what you want?” he pants, beginning to thrust at a relentless pace, “my baby just needed me to come fuck her dumb, hm?”

You whine out again, nodding mercilessly as he picks up the pace and adds two fingers to your clit. He circles the nub furiously, biting back a groan as you clamp down on him every other stroke like you did before on his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whimper, the familiar coil tightening in your gut, “think I’m go—oh—nna come.”

His fingers move faster on your clit, his thrusts deeper, “That’s it, baby. Come on, let go f’me. I got you.” he whispers.

For the third time in the last hour, your orgasm crashes onto you. Silently, you preen against his chest in absolute and total pleasure overtaking you. Spencer continues to fuck you through your peak, feverishly chasing his own high.

You fall limp against the bed, Spencer holding you against him for a few more deep strokes before spilling himself into you. He whimpers into your neck as he pushes through the overstimulation and fucks every last drop of come into you, whispering sweet nothings as you both calm back down.

He follows suit and limps behind you, an arm lazily swung around your torso still as your deep breathing syncs up. “Feel okay?”

You giggle dreamily, “More than okay, oh my god.”

“Good, baby. Don’t move, let me clean you up.”

“Don’t think I could move if I tried.”

He delicately slips out of you with a soft exhale and goes to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water before walking back over to the bed. He tries to suppress his moans as he parts your legs to see his come dripping out of your hole like a work of art. He swipes the washcloth gently between your legs making sure to take away every last sticky spot, and massaging the skin with love and care.

Spencer walks back to the bathroom and drops the dirtied washcloth into the hamper, washing his hands before walking over to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers to slip into.

He walks to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and the Ghirardelli caramel chocolate squares from his satchel that he picked up on his way home. When he enters the bedroom again he grabs one more pair from the dresser to slip you into, and opens the window to let the fresh night air in before sliding back into bed with you.

He gingerly drags the clean boxers over your legs to rest on your hips, then hands you the glass of water and watches you to make sure you chug the whole thing down. He smiles when you present him with the empty glass, and rewards you with a chocolate square.

“My favorite!” you gasp, “I love you.”

“I love you too, I’m proud of you by the way.”

You moan again at the taste of chocolate melting in your mouth, “Sorry, this is so good,” he chuckles as you swallow and continue, “I know, thank you. Means a lot.”

You make him eat a square too before licking the excess chocolate off his fingers, a fit of giggles flowering the bedroom before you both doze off tucked into each other’s arms. It’s the best sleep both of you have had in weeks.

[takenbypeter]

Delivery For Bob

Bob Reynolds x fem!reader

Word Count: 1163

“Okay, so maybe if we come in from this side. Then John can go around from the other angle.” Yelena suggested to the other shoulder length haired man. 

Her and Bucky were in the Watchtower currently working on a strategy for an upcoming mission. The others were scattered about elsewhere doing their own things, while Bob? He was keeping himself busy by reading a new book on his usual chair nearby. 

“I mean that could work but I really think Ava would be best here. Then we can use her there,” Bucky’s metal arm reached across, landing on the screen. 

“Yeah I guess that makes sense. But I think Ava would be best here, no?” She pointed to another area and just as the blonde’s finger was about to touch the device the elevator door glided open. 

The pair's eyes left the blueprint and turned all their attention to…well you. There you stood in the elevator doorway peeking at the two with your eyebrows furrowed. 

“I have a food delivery here,” you held a shake in one hand and then a bag in the other. 

“Who is this? Who authorized this person to come up here?” Yelena asked, turning behind her and that’s when Bob, who wasn’t paying attention before, suddenly scrambled out of his position, practically tumbling towards your direction. “That’s for me! That’s mine!” He came to a stop right in front of you, straightening up a bit as he did. 

Wearing a little smile and tilting his head to the side, he breathed out, “hi.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the man you’ve seen multiple times over the last few weeks. “Hi,” you replied, and when it looked like he wasn’t going to reach for his food you held it out in front of you, “order for Bob,” you said. A surprised “oh,” left his mouth and his gaze shifted to the meal, almost as if he just remembered why you were there in the first place. Using his full upper body, he bent at the hips, reaching out to grab his items. “Oh wait right there, I’ll get your tip.” 

You stood there patiently as he ran off. Feeling a bit awkward you glanced to the side at the other two who were still looking at you. Upon making eye contact you pressed your lips together and offered them a courteous smile, which Yelena reciprocated, her own smile seeming a bit more enthusiastic. 

Bob returned quickly handing you a few rolled up bills. You glanced down, “this is too much, are you sure?”

He shrugged, the smile never leaving his face. “You always get my order right and here on time and you’re always so nice.” Yelena smirked at Bucky who just raised his brows before she turned back around to continue viewing the odd pairing. 

“Well that’s part of the job, but thank you,” you let out a single chuckle as you started heading back towards the elevator. 

“You do it really well,” he confirmed, after you pushed the button and the door began to slide shut. 

“Goodbye Bob,” you send him one last look, as the doors completely shut, leaving Bob swaying side to side with an awed expression on his face. 

With a little content sigh he started spinning back around but met Yelena’s smirking expression halfway through the action. 

Catching sight of her and then Bucky, the brunette cleared his throat and wiped the grin off before heading back to his chair. 

Yelena took a few steps towards him, expression unchanging. 

“Yelena?” She raised up her hand waving off Bucky who just shook his head and let out an annoyed grunt. 

“Bob. Who was that?”

“Delivery,” he answered, glancing up at Yelena from his chair. 

“Right. No I got that but who was that?”

“Food delivery girl.”

Yelena remained quiet, her face being the only thing prompting him to continue. “She’s just been coming by lately whenever I order food.”

“You have been ordering a lot lately. Is she why?”

Bob lifts his head a bit shutting his eyes as he shook his head a few times before then tilting his head and shrugging. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’d have a crush.”

“Crush. Who has crush? Lena you have crush?”

The blonde rolled her eyes at the man who suddenly appeared from another doorway. “No, not me Alexei. Bob.”

Alexei’s jaw dropped a bit before a wide smile erupted, “Bob! You need help with lady? I can help you! You are sensitive guy and the ladies love that, but something you need is confidence. Next time you see pretty lady, walk up and say, ‘I’m Sentry,’ show some of your moves then say, ‘let me take you out!’”

“Who’s he taking out?” Came John Walker, entering the room. He was battered and dirty having just arrived from a mission. 

“No one.”

“The food delivery app lady!” Alexei answered for the brunette. 

“Can we stop talking about this please,” Bob asked, his voice a bit small. 

“Aww Bobby old boy has a crush, my teeth are getting cavities from just thinking about it.” Bob shot Walker a look before Walker added, “what’s she look like? She pretty?”

“Ooh yes! Show me the pretty lady,” Alexei shouted. 

“I don’t have a picture of her and if I did that would be weird!”

“Eh not so weird, next time just snap a quick pic, take one second,” Alexei suggested before turning to Bucky who had his back to the group, “Bucky! You see her. What you think?”

Bucky sighed, eyes finally leaving the upcoming mission plans alone, “I think…we should let Bob do this however he wants.”

“Thank you!” Bob shouts glad someone is staying out of this. 

“I want to see pretty lady.”

“Well you can’t Alexei, cause she’s gone. Now please Yelena can we get back to this.”

Yelena raises her hands in defense and starts to walk back to the screen but as she does so, a ding can be heard garnering everyone's attention as the elevator doors slide open again. 

Out stepped you as you cautiously looked around at the faces you’ve only seen in the news before. Typically whenever you delivered a meal it was just Bob there, (that was until this afternoon of course).

“Sorry, I have a delivery for Ava Starr.”

Ava suddenly stepped out from the side, where she’s been for who knows how long reaching out with a mannerly smile on her lips. “That’s me. Thank you and keep the tip.”

You thank her before taking one last glance around the room eventually locking eyes with Bob, who you offer a small grin to before fully turning around and leaving. 

The room stayed silent as the elevator closed and it started to descend. 

Alexei broke the still gushing, “oh Bob, she is beautiful lady.”

Bob just groaned in response, throwing his head back against the chair, knowing he’d never hear the end of this. 

Part 2 Here

[paxaz535]

Blanket Whispers - paige x reader

you and paige get a bit handsy on a road trip

fingering , teasing , dom!paige + dom!reader (just nasty shit)

It started off fun.

Six girls, one loaded SUV, and a long drive to the team retreat cabin. Carol insisted she’d drive because she “doesn’t trust y’all with her life,” and no one argued. Nika said she’d meet everyone there.

The seating arrangement was chaotic from the jump:

• Carol in the driver’s seat with Ice riding shotgun

• Azzi, KK, and Jana packed into the middle row

• And you, wedged in the very back beside Paige

The hatchback row wasn’t meant for three, but with just you and Paige back there, it felt like more than enough. Legs tangled. Hips touching. Warmth blooming in every little accidental brush.

At first, it was jokes. Paige making smart comments in your ear, her hand occasionally resting on your thigh when the car took a turn. But somewhere past the second gas stop and the third hour on the road, the energy changed.

You shifted in your seat. Again.

It wasn’t just cramped. It wasn’t just heat. It was her. Paige. The way she looked tonight—hair tied back, hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of stomach every time she stretched. The way her laugh rumbled low when KK yelled about Jana stealing her gum.

The way she kept watching you out of the corner of her eye, like she knew.

“You okay?” she murmured, just loud enough for you to hear over the music and front-seat chatter.

You nodded too fast. “Yeah. Fine.”

But Paige didn’t move her hand off your leg. She just smiled—soft, slow, knowing. “You’re squirming.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are. Like… a lot.”

You wanted to sink into the seat. Or into her. Either worked.

Then she leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You want help?”

Your whole body froze.

Your mouth opened—but no sound came out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She smirked, reaching down to grab the blanket Azzi had tossed back hours ago. Before you could process anything, Paige draped it over both of your laps and tugged it up to your chests.

The blanket felt warm. Thick. Dark.

Safe.

No one in the middle row even glanced back. Azzi and KK were too deep into a debate about who was sleeping closest to the fire tonight. Carol was yelling lyrics. Ice was videoing her with the flash on.

And Paige?

Paige had slid her hand under the blanket, trailing her fingers up your thigh like she owned you.

You sucked in a breath.

“Spread ‘em a little,” she whispered, low and silky, lips brushing your jaw now.

You did. God, you did.

She hummed in approval, her hand slipping higher, fingers inching under the waistband of your shorts. Her touch was teasing—just enough pressure to make you want to cry. Or scream. Or both.

She found the spot—wet, needy, aching—and pressed her fingers against you, still outside your underwear.

“Damn,” she breathed. “You’re soaked.”

Your face burned.

“Been like this the whole ride?”

You bit your lip hard, eyes fluttering closed. Her fingers moved slowly, rubbing soft, steady circles right where you needed her. The blanket shifted with every movement, but no one up front could see.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” she whispered.

And then her hand slid under your underwear.

You whimpered before you could stop it—quiet, but real.

Paige kissed your neck to cover the sound. “You’re doing so good. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Two fingers slid inside you, curling just right, her thumb still working lazy, perfect circles. Your hips rolled without thinking. You were shaking. Panting. Barely holding it together.

And Paige was steady. Focused. In full control.

“Look at you,” she whispered, voice dripping heat. “Falling apart back here while everyone’s talking about s’mores.”

A laugh nearly bubbled out of you—cut off by a moan you barely swallowed.

She picked up the pace, fingers curling deeper, hitting that spot over and over until you were grabbing her hoodie under the blanket and biting down on your own wrist to stay quiet.

She leaned in again, kissing under your jaw. “Cum for me, baby. Right here. I want you to.”

It was too much. Too close. Too dangerous.

And that made it so much hotter.

You came with a soft, shuddering gasp—clenching tight around her fingers, breath caught in your throat, vision going white. Paige kept her fingers inside you, slowly easing you through it, her body pressed to yours like she was your whole world.

And in that moment, she was.

After, she kissed your temple and pulled the blanket higher to hide your wrecked face.

“You’re so hot when you’re trying to stay quiet,” she whispered, smirking.

You nudged her with your knee, still breathless. “You’re evil.”

“Nope. Just observant. And helpful.”

She slid her slick fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean like it was nothing.

You almost came again on the spot.

“Keep acting up,” she whispered, winking. “We’ve got three hours left.”

—

She really thought she could just get away with that.

Like she could finger you into a breathless mess in the backseat while the rest of the team laughed three feet away and not expect any kind of payback.

Paige was lounging now, smug as hell, one arm slung over your shoulder, blanket still draped over the two of you like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just rocked your entire world under cotton and shadows.

She leaned in again. “You good?”

You hummed. “Very.”

Her smirk widened. “Told you I could help.”

You tilted your head, lips brushing her cheek. “You did. But now I think you need some help.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”

“Mhm.”

You let your hand drift casually across her thigh, fingers featherlight. Just enough to make her inhale sharply through her nose.

You grinned. “You didn’t think I’d let that go unchecked, did you?”

“I—” Paige cleared her throat, clearly not expecting this energy. “We’re still in the car.”

“Exactly.”

And with that, you slipped your hand beneath the blanket, dragging it back down to your waists like a curtain call. Your fingers skimmed her bare knee, then slid slowly, deliberately, up her inner thigh. The sound of Carol singing and Ice laughing up front covered everything—no one noticed a thing.

Paige shifted slightly, her jaw tight.

“You good?” you whispered, mirroring her earlier tone.

She glared playfully. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Her breath hitched when your hand pressed right between her legs, palming her through her shorts.

“No underwear?” you whispered, grinning when you felt the thin fabric and nothing else beneath.

“I didn’t—fuck—didn’t think we’d need it.”

You leaned in close, lips brushing her ear. “You were hoping I’d do something, huh?”

“No,” she lied, already arching into your hand.

You tugged her waistband just enough to slip under, your fingers sliding between her folds, hot and soaked. Paige gasped, hips jerking forward.

“Shh,” you warned, smirking. “Don’t blow our cover, golden girl.”

She bit her lip so hard you were sure she’d leave a mark.

You dragged your fingers through her, slow and steady, teasing the swollen bundle at the top until she was panting quietly against your neck.

Her hand gripped your thigh under the blanket—tight.

“Please,” she whispered.

You kissed her cheek sweetly. “Thought you had it all under control?”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed.

“Mmm. That’s more like it.”

You slid two fingers inside her in one smooth stroke, and she choked on a gasp, curling forward slightly like she was stretching. Smart. Sneaky. But not fooling you.

She was so wet.

You pumped slowly, fingers curling just right, your thumb circling her clit with expert pressure. Paige’s breath stuttered—loud enough that Azzi turned around halfway.

“Y’all good back there?” she asked, eyes squinting through the dark.

You answered first, hand never stopping. “Yeah, just tired. Might try to nap.”

Paige nodded silently, biting her knuckle.

Azzi nodded and turned back around.

As soon as it was safe, you leaned into Paige’s ear.

“You’re close.”

“I can’t—I can’t do this here—”

“You already are.”

You fucked her harder, fingers slick and perfect, wrist working like you were made to ruin her. Paige’s thighs shook, her face buried in your shoulder, muffling her moans against your hoodie.

She came hard, body jerking in tiny, desperate spasms. You kept your hand moving, working her through it until she was limp against you, breathless, skin hot.

You kissed her temple gently. “All better now?”

Paige blinked up at you, dazed. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Not if I do it again first.”

part 2? 👀

[ashlinxsloves]

Ahhh I need Dante and reader babysitting Nero so bad!🥹🫠

A/N: Oh my god, anon, yes!!! I've had some ideas on this for a while and would love to share some of my ideas! Especially with baby Nero hsjshssksh, I imagine young Nero being left in Vergil's care in this one, rather than him being abandoned in an orphanage in Fortuna– try to bear with me with this one since I love, love, LOVE domestic/slice of life Dante fics. Also, this has a lot of inspiration from all those Vergil & baby Nero fanarts– no deadbeat father here SSHSISHSJSH. A bit of friends to lovers in this one 🤭 ENJOY!! Also a bit suggestive in some parts, I couldn't help myself– this is Dante.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, Verge, no sugar for this little shit after 8.." "Dante, don't call him that, he's your nephew."

Dante and you were in charge of Nero for the weekend, Vergil having had 'business' to attend to somewhere out of the city and needed someone to take care of his son. He didn't really trust his younger brother to take care of Nero, but you were around, so he didn't think it'd be the worst to put him in your care.

You were one of Dante's closest friends, working in the shop as his presumed assistant and secretary. You didn't mind doing the paperwork as long as you got paid in some sort of way (which was mostly dinner rather than money).

Taking care of Nero was pretty easy, considering how Dante was twins with Vergil, so to a level, they looked alike. The kid was affectionate, and you were pretty good with children.

During the day, you and Dante decided to take Nero to the playground not too far from Devil May Cry and took him out for ice cream. You watched as Dante carried Nero on his shoulders and sometimes held him upside down, making Nero laugh.

"You'll dislocate his hip– Dante-!" "Nahh, he'll be fine, he's a Sparda!"

In the late afternoon, you went to buy some groceries, and some older people mistook Dante and you for a couple.

"Oh, what a sweet family you are.. how old is your son?" "Oh– er, uhm.."

It's mostly awkward on your end, but Dante didn't seem to mind and looked like he liked entertaining the situation.

"Oh, he's four." "That's so cute, he looks just like his dad.." "Oh, yeah, haha, he's a carbon copy of me, but he got his sweet personality from his mom– ow- babe!" "Dante, shut up.."

After the seemingly awkward grocery run, you made dinner for Dante and Nero, your mind occupied with the whole situation from the market.

How was Dante acting like it was normal between you? How was he so.. comfortable with it? Shaking the thoughts away, you focused on preparing your dinner before serving it to them.

When it got late, you decided to start getting ready to head out and back home before Nero tugged on your pant leg whilst looking up.

"Are you leaving?" "Oh– uhm, yeah, Nero.. but I'll be back tomorrow–" "Can you please stay? Uncle Donte and me want you to stay.. pretty please, miss Auntie?"

He gave you a small pout and those puppy dog eyes, making you chew on the inside of your cheek before looking at Dante who was leaning against his desk, a knowing grin on his face. You were weak. You couldn't just say no to the kid when he was making such an expression.

"Look at him.. isn't he adorable? Come on, doll, stay. Not like you haven't slept over before." "Dante, I had clothes with me, and I won't be sleeping in jeans–" "I can give you one of my shirts.. it's no big deal. Come on, you can't just say no to that face, can you?"

You decided to finally relent after a few minutes, gently shaking your head as you smiled when Nero beamed at your approval of staying for the night.

"Yayy!! Sleepover with Miss Auntie and Uncle Donte!"

Dante handed you one of his T-shirts, letting you get changed in his room before entering. The shirt ended at your mid-thigh, slightly pulling it down since you didn't have anything else underneath except for your underwear. His jaw went slack at the sight before closing his mouth, clearing his throat and looking away.

"I'll, uh.. I'll give you some sweatpants, give me a sec." "Don't you have any shorts or something? It's too hot for sweats." "Nope. Don't have any."

Obviously, he was lying, he did have some shorts somewhere, but you didn't need to know that. He was gonna take every chance to look at you like this. In his shirt. Smelling like him. It was messing with his head, and he couldn't do anything about it as he helped you get Nero ready for bed.

While you were reading a story to Nero after bathing him, Dante was in his room getting changed into some sleep pants and leaving himself shirtless. He went downstairs after a bit, seeing you in the kitchen, brewing some tea.

"The kid fell asleep?" "Mhm.. it wasn't too hard since you practically exhausted him in the park earlier while playing pirates."

You turned to face him, and saw how he stood there, leaning by the doorframe. Your eyes couldn't help but trail from his face to his chest down to his abs and happy trail–

Nope. You mentally slapped yourself, your brain reminding you that this was Dante. The goofy, stupid, smooth-talker Dante. You were NOT going to ogle your closest friend, whom, for the record, did not see in such a way before now.

"Mind if I sit around here with you?" "What? Yeah, of course, why would I not want you to?" "Eh.. I don't know."

Dante sounded... awkward. He was never awkward. And if you were being honest with yourself? It was a little cute. You poured the hot water into a mug, brewing the tea before throwing away the tea bag.

After you drank your tea, the two of you decided to head upstairs, your body instinctively heading towards the guestroom, only to see that it was filled with random shit and boxes.

"Oh, uh, yeah... I kind of turned the guestroom into a storage space. You can sleep in my room, I'll just sleep on the couch or something.."

You shook your head, your mouth opening before even thinking of your response and offered him to sleep in his room with you. His eyes went wide for a brief second before a familiar grin formed on his face.

"Oh, yeah? You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with me?" "Shut up, it's not like that.. your couch is uncomfortable and– and I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or something.." "Mmhmmm, sure."

Dante seemed cocky on the outside, but he was practically imploding. There was no way you just offered that. But he wasn't going to complain. Not in a million years.

After giving you a spare toothbrush, Dante and you got ready for bed. The two of you brushing your teeth next to each other in one bathroom shouldn't have made you feel anything, but the stupid fluttering in your stomach wouldn't stop.

Dante couldn't help but glance at you every few seconds, quietly admiring how you just.. fit in. In his life. In his home. He couldn't help but just feel something, even after years of just being friendly with each other.

The bed was spacious enough for two people, surprisingly. You lay down on the further end on the left side of the bed before Dante let out a soft scoff, making you turn your head towards him.

"What?" "You're literally going to fall off the bed. Do I stink that much that you don't want to be close to me? That hurts my feelings, doll." "Oh, shut up.."

You grumbled, deciding to scooch a tiny bit closer to him under the comforter. The bed was more comfortable than you thought.

Silence filled the room for a couple of moments before Dante decided to speak up at the same time as you.

"So, uh–" "The grocery thing–"

The both of you laugh softly, Dante has decided to stay quiet and let you start. He was curious about what you wanted to say, and he could wait for what he wanted to tell you.

"I, well– you seemed really comfortable telling that elderly lady about, uh, you know.." "Hmm? What? The couple thing? I was just playing along, you know.. not make things awkward." "Ah–"

Your lips thinned, Dante noticing how you seemed to tense up before he immediately corrected himself and spoke up again.

"Don't get me wrong–! I, uh, God, I can't believe I'm going to say this in such a stupid way."

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hand while chuckling awkwardly. Dante avoided your gaze, a subtle hint of a blush creeping to his ears.

"I've.. I kinda liked you. For a while now– well, more than a while. I was just too much of a pussy to admit it until now, and us being friends 'n all.."

Silence followed his confession like a weighted blanket, his eyes darting around the room before finally looking at you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You racked your brain, trying to remember every possible interaction that might've hinted anything about Dante's feelings, a few of them dawning on you.

"I suck at this, I know– I'm sorry, if I made it awkward, just– just forget about it, haha–" "Dante, I like you too." "What."

Dante, taken aback by your reply, almost got whiplash from how fast he whipped his head to look at you. It was his turn to be surprised, his brain buffering before he let out a laugh.

"You're serious, right? You're not pulling my leg on this?" "Dante, no, why would I joke about-"

He cut you off before you could say anything else, his heart not being able to wait any longer as he crashed his lips onto yours. Dante was surprisingly gentle, not pushing himself onto you as he tilted your head a bit so he could delve into the kiss a bit more, his hand finding itself on the back of your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, Dante rested his forehead against yours with a small flush on his cheeks.

"Sorry.. I just really wanted to do that."

The two of you got woken up by Nero the next morning, the young boy climbing over the bed and gently patting Dante's head that was buried in your shoulder, while your leg was draped over his hip.

"Uncle Donte! Get off, Miss Auntie-!" "Mmmm.. how about no?"

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! Pls reblog and like, I'd appreciate it! <3

[mazamba]

"Ugh, I told to leave a hubcap outside!"

Sari and Danny, in the middle of an arm-wrestling match, looked up in confusion.

"Nightbeat, what exactly do you think sex looks like?"

"...I know it involves a lot of physical contact?"

"Remind me to get you some literature later," sighed the technoorganic before looking at her friend, "also, are you even trying?"

"...Sure?"

Sari put both hands on Danny's, braced both feet on the table, and pulled with all her strength.

He gave Nightbeat a look, "Should I just-?"

"Don't you dare let me win!"

Siren looked up from his work, "Sari, brah, just give up. My scans say his ectoplasm is way concentrated. You'll run out of fuel before he does."

Sari scowled and let go, falling off the table and on her butt.

"I will beat you one of these days."

"Keep telling yourself that. Victory beer?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll get you your slagging beer."

While Sari got them each a beer, Nightbeat's guest peeked around her. A bot studying anthropology named Skids.

"Huh, he really does look like a human," he noted as he looked through his notes, "Hmmm, Daniel James Fenton, AKA Danny Phantom. The first superhero. Born in 1989, active as of 2003... right?"

"There's a book about me?"

"Eh, more like a chapter? You're in the list of Historically Significant Humans in my Earth History class. I was hoping I could interview you for my essay."

"Wait, like, right now?"

"Just give in," sighed Sari as she came back up and handed him a bottle of beer, "he spent a whole stellar-cycle interviewing me when I first started here. Earth ships tend to steer clear of this planet since the Quintesson merger, so you don't see too many humans around here."

"Well, all right. What do you wanna know?"

Six hours later, Skids finally let him loose.

"Please tell me you have something stronger," pleaded Danny, voice almost croaky from the constant talking.

"I did warn you," chuckled Sari, "ummm, I got vodka, tequila, mezcal, bourbon-."

"Bourbon."

"Bourbon it is."

She placed two glasses on the table, a tumbler for Danny's bourbon and a jacara full of mezcal for Sari. She'd even grabbed herself some orange slices and a saucer of worm salt.

"I've been meaning to ask-," started Danny before taking a sip of his drink, "oh that's good. I've been meaning to ask, where are you getting this stuff? I thought everyone was drinking xynthol nowadays."

"I know some people that still trade the real stuff," she replied after taking a lick of salt off an orange slice and chasing it with a sip of smoky mezcal, "craftsmen that don't like that hangover-proof synthetic stuff."

"Fuck yeah, gimme my poison."

Skids took notes on that, "Humans... like... poison."

Internally sighing at another summons, Danny burst from the summoning circle in a dramatic wave of galaxies and void-cold air, adorned in his full kingly regalia.

Several people screamed.

Confused, Danny looked down at the crowd. Instead of the normal basement full of robed lunatics, his summoners this time looked more like drunk college kids. Many of whom were now screaming. And from the back, he could hear a pair of panicked whispers.

“Why did you bet him to do that?! Now we’re all gonna die!”

“How was I supposed to know it’d work! It was a stupid book my grandfather bought!”

Danny signed again, this time externally.

He let his kingly form swirl back in on itself, leaving him in his standard hazmat-wearing form. He was so tired.

“Seriously?”

[trainer-from-unova]

summer of love

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ship: robert reynolds x afab!reader

summary: it's summer and bob's birthday is around the corner so the new avengers convinced val to give them a weekend to celebrate his birthday party at the beach. because of your feelings and your strong friendship with him you're the one who organised everything and the one who gifted him more gifts, and one of those gifts it's helping him lose his virginity

au: for plot reasons bob goes to missions but I didn't specify whether he uses his powers to any extent or as a soldier trained by the others

c/w: road and weekend trip, beach and pool episode vibes (from an ecchi anime lmao), topless at the beach, domestic fluff, birthday party, alcohol, drinking games / questions, birthday sex, unsafe piv sex, bob has an oral fixation, biting, nipple play and licking, cunnilingus, face-sitting, masturbation, gentle and rough kissing, virgin!bob, submissive!bob, needy!bob, horny thoughts, praise kink, edging, dacryphilia I guess, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, creampie, friends to lovers, friendship so strong between them that they can joke and laugh during foreplay, third pov, use of y/n (like a lot)

a/n: virgin!bob and face-sitting was a request, and needy and nervous submissive!bob was another one, so I decided to mix them with my ideas: beach episode and birthday party / sex. I don't have experience writing (nor reading) virgin men nor face-sitting nor submissive men / dominant women soooo I tried my best and hope you all like it, also english isn't my first language and for more notes and tags check ao3

word count: 9290

Bob's birthday was around the corner, and pretending they had forgotten to surprise him wasn't an option. ______ knew firsthand how important birthdays were — a before and after, a new beginning. And it wasn't just a celebration of getting a year older, it was a celebration of staying alive. Bob's birthdays (and those of anyone on the team) may not have been joyous in the past, but now he had a family that was glad to have him to celebrate them with.

______ had organised everything weeks in advance, and she was so excited it almost felt like her birthday, but she couldn't help it because she was in love with him. After a lot of begging they managed to get a weekend off all at once, and since it was summer they decided to rent a mansion in the Hamptons on the beachfront for a change of scenery, celebrate Bob's birthday and relax on the beach. Also, since they would probably need them to get around, they decided to go in cars even though going by helicopter or private jet would be faster: ______, Bob, Yelena and Fanny went in one and Bucky, Ava, John and Alexei in another, listening and singing along to the Spotify playlist they all shared, with songs they had all chosen and sometimes also played in the tower while training or doing other things. After about four hours of driving they arrived at the address, were greeted by the owner and took the suitcases out of the cars.

"Be careful with this one, please," ______ asked Bucky as he took one of her suitcases from the boot of the car she'd been in, parked in the courtyard while Bob and the others explored the inside of the mansion. They were probably on the first floor, choosing their bedrooms.

"There's no physiological need to bring so much stuff," said John, nonchalantly hefting some suitcases over his shoulders as they all made their way to the open door to go inside.

"Most of them are presents for Bob," she said in a whisper, slightly embarrassed.

"What did you get him?" asked Alexei, also carrying suitcases on his shoulders.

"The question is, what didn't she buy him?" said Bucky, carrying the suitcase she had indicated as if it was a princess in his arms.

"A little bit of everything, really... I may have overdone it a bit, yeah..."

Maybe then Bob would feel in a bind, wanting to pay her back when it was her birthday, but when it came to thinking and buying the presents she felt they weren't enough, especially considering that being an Avenger she now had plenty of money to spare.

But inside some suitcases she had a lot of snacks, drinks and even ingredients (and Yelena had obviously taken Fanny's feed as well). So they wouldn't have to waste time shopping there, she would make the cake there too, and so as not to waste time cooking they would order food and go to restaurants.

It was around six o'clock on Friday evening when everyone was settled, suitcases unpacked and everything in place, so it was time to start baking the cake, and considering it was a summer Friday the sooner they ordered the better as the food was sure to take a long time to arrive.

"And I'll have a pepperoni pizza," Yelena said finally while Bucky wrote down everything in his mobile phone notes, so that Alexei, who was the one who was going to order by his phone, wouldn't forget anything.

They were all around the kitchen island, and upon hearing his daughter's order Alexei nodded and withdrew with his mobile in one hand and Bucky's mobile in the other to make the call more calmly. Bucky went behind him in case the screen of the mobile was blocked, to unlock it with his fingerprint.

"So who's going to help me bake the cake?" asked ______ as she opened the fridge. There were basic things, like milk and water, that the landlady left for her guests or that others had left before them, so luckily there was no need to go out shopping to make it.

"Me," said Yelena as she went to the drawers in search of utensils.

"And me," said John as he went in search of the aprons where the landlady had said they were.

"Cake?" asked Bob. "Really?" he asked resignedly, since he'd had that conversation with her before and didn't think he needed to repeat it, but deep down he was glad that she was paying so much attention to him for several reasons, among them and above all because he was in love with her. Deep down he couldn't help but smile, a smile that he passed on to the organiser.

"Are you seriously asking me if I'm really going to bake you a cake for your birthday?" She asked the same question as she slammed the fridge shut, holding a huge brick of milk in her hands.

"I said I didn't need to," Bob said as she set the milk down on the counter, next to the utensils Yelena was pulling out of the drawers.

"Shhhh, shut up," she said putting the index finger of her dominant hand in front of her lips as she laughed.

"It's not a proper birthday party if there's no cake, is it?" Ava asked, surveying the scene hunched over the counter while John pulled on an apron.

"If you don't eat the rest of us will eat for you, don't worry," John said half-jokingly but half-seriously as he handed aprons to the girls.

"Yeah, especially him," Ava said to Bob referring to John, since John and the others (including him, even though he was playing hard to get with the cake) were eating like crazy because of their serums.

"Well, then let me help too," said Bob.

"You're the birthday boy, you can't help make the cake," said Yelena as she tied her apron.

"Exactly!" exclaimed ______. "Go to the beach, enjoy yourself," she said to Bob. "Take him," she said to Ava while pointing to the open door towards the beach, and seeing Alexei and Bucky approaching again, she asked them. "Take him."

"Come on, let's go change," Bucky said to Bob, putting his arm around him to walk him towards the stairs. Bob craned his neck to look at ______ resigned but laughing, and she looked at him the same way. Ava and Alexei followed behind them, apart from Alexei reporting that the pizzas would take almost two hours to arrive.

They stood there preparing the cake with a recipe that ______ had saved on her mobile phone, and then the others went downstairs in their swimming costumes with towels in their hands to go to the beach. They decided to make two to make the most of the ingredients, so they wouldn't have to return with them to Manhattan or leave them there, and also so that none (of the men) would go hungry. Luckily it didn't take long, and she and John were left to decorate one of the cakes while Yelena took Fanny for a walk. When they finished they put them in the fridge and then went upstairs to change clothes to go to the beach with the others during the golden hour. When the pizzas arrived they had a picnic dinner on the sand while they watched the sunset overlooking the ocean.

"Can we have cake?" asked Alexei as they packed up and headed into the house for the night.

"The cake is for tomorrow," answered Yelena as they started walking across the sand to the mansion.

"He's not going to blow out the candles" said ______ referring to the birthday boy, in the same position as Yelena, "with the cake in pieces."

"But there are two," reminded Bucky. The truth is, like Alexei, he too wanted to try the cake for once.

"What if I'm in the mood now, too?" asked Bob, trying his luck as he joked, "Can't I even do it?"

"You said you didn't want to," she said playing along in the same tone.

"I said you needn't bother to do it."

"Ohhhh," she exclaimed smiling sideways. "Well... If you want to," she added resignedly. "Only if Bob gives you permission," she said to the others, "they're his cakes."

And then they all looked at Bob, and he gave his approval. They ate the cake they didn't decorate and watched a film of Bob's choice, and then Yelena walked Fanny one last time and they went to bed, because it was still a working day and they had got up early that morning.

The next morning they woke up early as usual, even if they didn't have their alarms set. Their bodies were used to waking up at a certain time, but this way they could take the opportunity to go to the beach early and get a good spot on the shore. Everyone congratulated and hugged Bob on seeing him, Yelena took Fanny for a walk, and Alexei and Bucky went to buy alcohol and more snacks.

It was still early and the day was going to get better in ways he could only imagine in his wettest daydreams, but for the moment the best gift Bob got was the sight of _______ in her bikini. And then, as they settled into their chosen spot on the sand, she took off her bikini top to apply sunscreen to her breasts, as she intended to sunbathe but didn't want to get the bikini mark on her skin or get sunburnt. Part of him didn't want to look, or at least he didn't want to be noticed looking (particularly by her), but he couldn't stop even if he tried — if he didn't look at her bare breasts then his eyes went to her inner thighs. For better or worse John nudged him as he applied sunscreen as well, getting his attention — for a moment he thought he had been inadvertently hit as he rubbed the cream into his skin, but seeing his facial expression he realised it was a predetermined act. With the look he gave him, along with a little smirk, he didn't need telepathy to know what he was thinking. "Look carefully, man." Bucky caught his eye too, he looked the same as John, but he offered him a pair of sunglasses. He knew he wasn't just offering them so the sun wouldn't bother him.

"Thank you," he whispered, embarrassed and blushing as he took them and put them on.

"Aren't you guys going to put sunscreen on?" Ava asked as she put some on as well, looking at Alexei and Bob.

"I want to get a tan," Alexei replied as Ava asked John to help her put it on her back.

"What you're going to do is get burned," Yelena said as she approached him with her jar of cream in hand. "You can also get tanned by putting cream on your back. That's what we do."

While Yelena helped her father cream his back and John did the same with Ava, and correctly assuming that it was only a matter of seconds before ______ asked someone to help her cream her back, Bucky went to the shore with the excuse of testing the water temperature so that the only option at that moment was Bob. He also assumed correctly that even if they didn't know he had done it on purpose they would be grateful with him.

"Can you help me, please?" she said looking at Bob, offering him the cream.

"Uh- Yeah, sure," he replied approaching her, taking the jar in his hand as she turned her back to him.

He poured a good dollop of cream into the palm of his dominant hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to do, or rather where to touch first. If it were up to him he would pull her closer to him, hug her from behind and put his hands on her breasts while spreading her thighs with his leg, but he had to settle for rubbing the cream gently over her back. Good thing he was wearing his sunglasses, and especially good thing she he was on her back, because he couldn't stop staring at how well his hand was gliding down her bare back, from her shoulders to dangerously close to where the only article of clothing she wore was.

"What about you?" asked ______, wondering why he didn't intend to cream himself. "What's your excuse?"

"I have the feeling that the sun can't burn me anymore," he answered.

"But what if it does?" Ava asked.

"The burns are very uncomfortable and painful," said John, "being from Florida you should know better."

"And I'm sure Valentina won't discharge you two for it," said Yelena, including her father.

"You don't lose anything by putting cream on you," said John, "let ______ help you putting it on your back."

Now it was time for them both to be grateful to them, and it was also time for her to rub cream on his back, so when he said he had finished (unfortunately for him, for if it had been up to him he would have been touching her for longer) he handed her back the cream and they changed positions. Even if it was only on his back he loved the feel of her hands on him, and she loved sliding them over his muscles even more.

"It's cold," Bucky warned as he climbed out of the water when he saw Bob approaching the shore.

"Just what I need," he replied as he mindlessly waded into the ocean.

"Yeah," said Bucky, laughing, "it's too hot."

"Thank you again," he said as he turned to watch him walk away to where the others were, and he held up the fist and thumb of his flesh hand.

They spent most of the day there, drinking beers and eating snacks and pizzas from the day before, which they heated up in a moment in the house's oven and microwave. It was in the middle of the afternoon that they went back inside, to wash up and get ready for dinner at a nearby burger restaurant, since that was Bob's favourite food (and if they ordered it out, it was impossible for it to arrive hot and for them to reheat it themselves).

They would have dessert at home, which was the cake that was decorated with a heart and his name, and on it two candles in the shape of the numbers of the years he was celebrating, stuck like the arrow shot by Cupid that he had in his.

Being sung Happy Birthday made him a little nervous, but to him and everyone else because what are you supposed to do during it? Besides all the attention, but at least it was genuine attention from people who did love and care about him, and he was very grateful to have them in his life. He loved them all dearly, but he had a favourite.

"Don't forget to make a wish!" she reminded him, grinning from ear to ear as she recorded it on her mobile phone. He looked at her smiling, then blew out the candles as everyone cheered and clapped.

When everyone went to get their presents he was surprised to see her appear with a pile of presents in her arms, she could hardly fit them and was careful not to drop any of them on the floor.

"Why did you buy me so many?" he asked as he watched her leave them on the table where he was sitting, also confused.

"Oh and wait," said Alexei, "there's more on the first floor."

"I don't know," she laughed nervously and blushed slightly as she unstacked the pile on the table, "I felt there weren't enough of them and I didn't really know what to get you, so I felt that the more I got you the more chances you'd like one of them. Hold on a second," she said holding up the index finger of her dominant hand, "I'll be right back," she said as she turned to head for the stairs to get the remaining ones.

"We're going to be here for half an hour," Ava said half jokingly and half seriously after Bob had opened everyone else's presents first, when it was time to open ______'s presents. Already the table and floor was littered with torn wrapping paper.

"Sorry," she said embarrassed, "you don't need to be here if you don't want to be, so take your drinks out to the swimming pool."

They may not have realised that the other was reciprocating their feelings, but everyone else knew it — it was obvious to the outside eye and they knew that they would rather be alone if possible, even if it was for something like opening presents. Still they all looked confusedly at each other and at Bob, seeking his approval.

"Yeah, no problem guys," he replied.

"Okay," Yelena replied.

And he opened each gift with her sitting next to him, telling her in detail why she had bought him that particular gift, why she thought he would like it or find it useful. He listened delightedly, marvelling at how well she knew him and enjoying her attention and affection.

"It's amazing- You're amazing, I don't know how I can ever repay you for all this."

"Oh don't worry," she said shyly, ducking her eyes to take a quick glance at the two small gifts on her thighs.

Among all the gifts, torn paper and the tablecloth had been easy to hide. She wanted those gifts to be the last ones because they were the most personal. It was a letter and some friendship bracelets that she had made herself, and surprisingly she was more embarrassed to give him the bracelet than the letter, because even though she had written him a cheesy letter it wasn't a romantic declaration of love (although she thought about it, but she didn't feel quite sure and didn't want to steal his protagonism on his birthday).

"Okay, the one I'm going to give you now is the penultimate one... It's stupid, you don't have to wear it if you don't want to for some reason, it's silly, but..." she shrugged, and he obviously realised how nervous she was and wanted to calm her down.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll love it," she smiled apologetically as well as warmly, and then took his bracelet and raised both fists, making him have to choose. He touched her left fist with the index finger of his right hand and opened it, revealing an empty palm. Then she hid her hands again and did the same a couple more times, not opening her hand even if he got it right. "Oh come on," he laughed.

"Okay, okay," she laughed. "Here you go," she said opening her fist where she had his bracelet, also taking hers on her thighs with her free hand at the same time. "They're friendship bracelets," she said as he took the one she offered him and as she showed him hers.

"Ohhh! It's so cool!" he said as he looked at his, and he wasn't lying or exaggerating. "Let's see yours?" and she held it up to him so he could get a better look. They were both beaded bracelets of various shapes and colours, but Bob's had his name in beads of various shades of yellow and blue and hers had her name in other colours. "What if... I wear yours and you wear mine? I think that makes more sense," he said shyly as he shrugged his shoulders, "so we'll always be there for each other."

"Oh," she said without thinking as the proposition took her by surprise, but she loved the fact that he wanted to wear a bracelet with her name on it and she wanted to wear one with his on it, "yeah, of course," she replied enthusiastically, and they exchanged bracelets and put them on. Bob's was a little big on her, and his was a little small on her, but it was bearable.

"I've never had anything like this done to me before," he confessed with a touch of tenderness as he looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

"I'm glad I'm the first," she said with a smile on her face as she looked at him.

"Really, thank you so much," he thanked her now as he looked at her in the same way he looked at the bracelet on hia wrist, "for everything- Wait- You said it was the second to last one."

"Yeah... It's another cheesy one," she said as she took the envelope on her thighs and handed it to him. "But I don't want you to open this now," she said as he took it.

"Oh come on," he said slightly annoyed again and disappointed as he was looking forward to seeing what it was.

"It's embarrassing," she replied.

"Well... Okay."

"Come on," she said as she stood up and picked up the wrapping paper lying around to roll it into a ball and throw it in the bin, "let's go to the swimming pool with these."

"Well, all right," he said resignedly, and helped her pack up. They took his gifts up to his bedroom, put on their swimming costumes and went downstairs with the others. "Look what ______ made me," he said showing off the bracelet as they approached the others, sitting on sofas and armchairs in the courtyard.

"Ohhh," exclaimed Yelena, "it's very cute."

"In theory he was supposed to wear one with his name on it," she said showing the one she was wearing, "but he thought of swapping them," which surprised no one.

"Probably my favourite- of her presents," the birthday boy quickly clarified, not wanting to make them feel bad, "I still have one left to open."

The swimming pool was bright thanks to the lights and warm from all the sunlight that had hit it throughout the day, but even so, since it wasn't so hot anymore because it was night time, the swim wasn't so pleasant, so between that and the fact that they felt like drinking again, they didn't last long in there. When they had dried off with their towels they sat down again on the sofas and armchairs, this time all of them, and started drinking and chatting. But there comes a point when you run out of topics of conversation, especially considering that they literally do everything together as co-workers and housemates, so they started to play drinking games, asking each other personal questions. At this point it was John's turn to ask Bob.

"Mmm... I don't know," he said as he tried to think of a question. "I don't know," he said with a shrug, "body count?" he said not particularly interested in the answer, it was obviously the first thing that popped into his mind and he settled for it.

"Um... I don't keep count..." he answered shyly, and completely gained everyone's attention, but especially ______'s, who jealously clutched the cup she was holding in her hand tighter without realising it.

"Really?" asked Bucky in surprise.

"Are you a fuckboy?" asked Alexei as ______ raised the cup in her hand to her lips. "And when?" he asked in surprise as they used to keep Bob under control in every way and he didn't get out of the tower much. They didn't generally visualise him being obsessed with girls.

"Wait, fuckboy?" asked the birthday boy in confusion. "I thought you meant assassinations on missions," he said looking at his blond male friend.

"What? No!" said John, "I meant how many people you've fucked."

"Oh, well... None, or at least that I remember," he replied, surprisingly calmer than when he said he didn't keep track (of the murders), but still a bit shy about telling something so sexually intimate (in front of the girl he was in love with), and then, hearing that answer, ______ couldn't help but cough and spit some drink out of her mouth, stealing the attention from Bob and deciding to spit the drink into the soil of a flowerpot she was standing next to.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking totally embarrassed, "it went the other way," and she wasn't partly lying.

They spent some more time there but went to bed early, or at least to lock themselves in their bedrooms. Bob was anxious to open the envelope ______ had given him, and he opened it sitting on his bed by the light of one of the little lamps on the bedside tables beside. When he saw that it was a letter (quite long) he lay down to read it quietly.

By the middle of the letter his eyes were watering, and by the end tears were running down his sides and into his ears, and he wept with joy as he read how much she appreciated him. He read it three times, and even if it wasn't a romantic love letter (although it was rather ambiguous), it was in fact a love letter through and through. He couldn't believe his luck, that day and in general. He had (almost) everything he wanted, and he couldn't wait to express his gratitude, so he put the letter aside and reached for his mobile phone under his pillow.

Bob: You're probably asleep and you'll see this tomorrow

Bob: But I just read your letter

Bob: And I want to thank you

Bob: Right now

Bob: I'm speechless

Bob: If I loved you less maybe I could talk about it more

Bob: I mean

Bob: I'm not implying that you love me less for all that you've written me

Bob: On the contrary!

Bob: Look, I don't know

Bob: You know me

Bob: And I'm really glad you're in my life too

Bob: I wish I could hug you right now

Bob: I love you too

Bob: I love you very much

Bob: Although I feel that those three words alone are not enough to express how much I love you

Bob: Maybe I should write you a letter too

And then he thought that maybe he was already saying too much — he was too emotional and like everyone else he let his guard down emotionally at night (but he couldn't blame it on the alcohol he had drunk earlier, because thanks to the serum it didn't affect him anymore). He wanted to delete the last two messages, but unfortunately it was not possible in that app. And to make matters worse, he saw the "Seen". Instantly he dropped the phone as if it was burning in his hands, leaving it on the mattress and putting his hands to his mouth as he did when he saw John fall down the lift shaft the day he met them. When he saw "Typing..." he quickly removed his hands from his mouth to exit their chat room at the same speed, seeing the messages in the notification bar.

______: I'm glad you liked it

______: 🥹🥹🥹🥹

______: I want my hug 😤

______: Right now!!!!

______: I'm going to your room

______: Give me 30 seconds

He wasn't expecting that, but he wouldn't complain either because it was just what he wanted: to see her, to hug her, to feel her. He quickly wiped his tears and got out of bed and headed for the door, trying to calm down and act as if nothing had happened, and just as she had indicated in the message, in thirty seconds she was there, tapping twice on the door. He opened it and there she was, wearing only a huge shirt (with clearly nothing underneath holding her breasts in place) and a huge smile that infected him. Then she took a few steps forward into the room and closer to him, standing on her tiptoes as he curled up to embrace her once and for all.

"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear, trying not to sound too romantic or desperate, though it didn't really help the way he was holding her: wrapping his arms around her as if his life was at stake, gently yet tightly.

"I love you too," she said tenderly, hugging his bare chest in the same way. He was only wearing a swimming costume because it was clearly hot, but instead of the balcony being open, it was all closed up and the ceiling fan was on full blast.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked worriedly when they parted.

"No, I had my mobile on silent mode and it's impossible for me to fall asleep so quickly, besides I'm not sleepy yet."

"Me too, actually."

And the same idea came up in both of their minds, only she was quicker to formulate it.

"Can I stay here for a while?"

"Sure," he replied as he stepped aside to let her pass, and as she went into the room he closed the door.

"Did you have a good time today?" she asked as she climbed into bed, taking the liberty of lying on her side.

He couldn't help noticing how the pose emphasised her curves and the folds of her shirt.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked as she did the same in the same position.

"I want to hear it coming out of your mouth," she answered with a smile, and as usual she spread it to him.

"I had a great time today, thank you very much."

"Cool. Thanks to you."

"Thanks to me for what?" he asked with a laugh.

"For existing, I don't know," she replied shyly as she laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

He knew that at that particular moment she wasn't thanking him for not killing himself in the past, but he knew that in general she was, and that made him happy. Looking at her with tenderness and with his eyes starting to water again another idea popped into his mind, and he dared to formulate it.

"Can you hug me again?"

"Sure," she replied, "come here," she said as she stood up a little to make herself comfortable. Seeing that he didn't really know how to stand she decided to help him with directions. "Put your head on my arm," she said, referring to the arm she (and seconds later he) was using as a pillow. He did as she instructed, bending his right arm and resting his hand on her arm, and shyly placing his left hand on her waist. "Come closer," she said as she did as she had just indicated him, pulling her neck closer to his face and entwining their legs a little.

"Aren't you hot?" he asked, mingling concern with confusion, unintentionally tickling her neck with his voice. That question caused one of her eyebrows and the corners of her lips to rise.

"What do you mean?" she asked now with a small smirk on her lips.

"Because I'm too hot."

"Don't worry," she said as she began to run her fingers through the strands of his hair with the hand on the arm she was using as their pillow, causing the birthday boy to relax, closing his eyes and feeling even happier and calmer.

It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, few things were between them. They were great friends and she was generally a loving person in every way, she hugged him often and they had no problem telling each other that they loved each other despite being in love with each other, but this was the first time they had cuddled like this, late at night and almost naked.

"Bob," she said after a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"Mm?"

"I have... one last present for you," he broke away from her, so that she could see his confused expression and look at her as she spoke. "You can refuse if you don't want to."

"What is it?" he asked, getting more and more confused.

"Sex," she replied. The idea had been on her mind for a little while, but she hadn't had enough alcohol to show complete bravery or make the idea seem crazy the next morning, so her nerves got the better of her as she was brought back to her senses by her friend's surprised facial expression. "I mean- For a moment I thought it would be a good idea because I assumed you'd want to lose it for good and that you'd feel more comfortable doing it with a friend, but seriously," she said nervously, "if you don't want to, it's fine and I understand, no hard feelings."

"Are you sure?" he asked surprised and confused. He was happy too, but it seemed like he was living a dream, and if he really was, he'd rather not wake up.

"Yeah."

"But do you really want to fuck me?"

"Uh- Yeah Bob," she answered, blushing and holding back a nervous laugh.

"Why?"

"Because you're really hot, honestly," or not quite, because she still didn't dare to confess that it was also because she was in love with him, and this wouldn't be a good time to do it if she dared. At that moment she could make the excuse that she just wanted to help a friend having sex with him without having to risk her feelings not being reciprocated, which was partly true, but not entirely. "And because I want to help you and make you happy."

"You don't mind that I'm inexperienced?"

"Of course not," she said confidently, placing the palm of her right hand on his cheek. "In fact," she said, smiling and blushing, "I'm glad to have the chance to be the first," she said stroking his cheek with her thumb. "It means you won't forget me."

"I'm going to need your help...." He said, and instantly felt her rub her knee against his cock, which began to harden as he cuddled with her. "A-And.... I don't know if I can last long..." He said nervously and ridiculously excited, it was already showing in his voice and breathing.

"It's okay honey," she said smiling warmly as she brushed his hair out of his face, "don't worry."

You could say that kissing was like signing the agreement, getting down to business. It was she who moved closer to him, leaning in and breaking what little space there was between them. She didn't know if she was his first kiss too, but she liked to think she was, it made her feel even more special. She took pity on him kissing him slowly, and he played along until they started to get hotter and hotter. Although he moaned as much or maybe even more than she did to her surprise he wasn't a bad kisser, maybe it was beginner's luck.

"Do you want to do it with the light off or on?" She asked with bated breath as they broke apart for lack of air.

"On, I want to see you," he dared to answer in the same state, which brought a smile to her face.

Then she told him to sit on the edge of the bed, getting up to take off her panties and then her shirt in front of him, who watched her in astonishment.

"Aren't you going to undress?" she said pointing to his swimming costume with a clear erection as she approached him, raising an eyebrow and smiling playfully.

"Oh, right," he said nervously as he stood up and pulled down his swimming costume, dropping it to the floor and releasing his erection. Now the only thing they had on were their bracelets, and obviously he felt her eyes on his crotch, her eyes went there as his eyes went to hers and her breasts again.

"Good size."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's perfect," she said to flatter and soothe him (but she wasn't lying) as she moved closer to him, standing on tiptoe and putting her hand back on his cheek and the other on his shoulder, motioning for him to lean in for another kiss, this time more sweetly than passionately. "And all for me," she said before kissing him.

Then she motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, and he complied, resting his hands behind him. He assumed she would sit on top of his cock, but he shuddered all the same as he felt her sit on his right thigh as they settled in, feeling her wet lips on his skin and her thigh rubbing against his cock in the same way her hard nipples rubbed against his muscular torso. And then, as if that wasn't enough, she began to rub herself against him as she gave him a hickey on his neck and brought her hand to his cock. He tensed unconsciously as he felt her hand wrap around it, and she slowly but firmly stroked up and down and then down and up.

"Oh God-," he moaned without thinking, his breath hitching and his voice trembling. After a pause to try to get used to the sensation he asked, "W-What do I do?"

"Nothing right now, just relax, okay? Let me know if you feel like you're going to cum," she said as she moved to his lips to kiss him again, this time more passionately than before.

He whimpered as his voice choked in a sloppy, hungry kiss. His desperation was palpable, his cock was hot and throbbing. He whimpered at the slightest caress on it and on his thigh, adding some nonsense when their lips were parted, apart from watching hypnotised how her hand move.

Her left hand clung to his right shoulder and wrapped around his back like a normal hug, and he also wrapped his right arm around her waist. Her breath hitched as he did as she slid more and more easily up his thigh as she became wetter and wetter. Also, as she kissed him, she increased the speed of her hand even more as their arousal grew, until he groaned and told her he was close.

"That was... incredible," he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps, resting his forehead against hers.

"Well, it's only just begun," she replied, laughing softly as she stroked his chin with her fingers. "Tell me something you've always wanted to do, some kink you have, I'll fulfill it."

"Uh- I don't know..." He said hesitantly as he pulled away from her, resting his hands shyly on her waist.

"Oh come on, everyone has kinks, and it probably doesn't scare me," she said in an attempt to calm him down. "I don't judge either."

"I'm a little ashamed to say it..." he said shyly.

"I'm not afraid to do a footjo-"

"What!?" he asked confused and surprised, but laughing at the same time. "No, it's not that! Why do you think it's that!?"

"Fuck, isn't it?" she asked surprised but also holding back her laughter as she put her hand to her mouth to cover it.

"No, why do you think that?" he asked again, now desperate to know the answer as he laughed.

"It's like- the most common weird fetish among men," she replied as she shrugged, still with her hand in front of her mouth trying to hide her laughter. "But don't change the subject and tell me, come ooon," she said putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to shake him.

"Okay," he said trying to sound more serious, "but please don't laugh."

"Okay," she replied, and when she was silent she made direct eye contact with him, but her lips were trembling as she tried to hold in her laughter. It felt like when at school the teacher said that the next person who laughed would be punished, you tried to be serious but you'd look at your friend holding in your laughter and it was all fucked up, but this time Bob was both the teacher and friend. "If I laugh it's not because of that!" She hastened to add in her defence as she laughed, her laughter rubbing off on him as he dropped his back onto the mattress. At least thanks to that moment he was already calmer, both emotionally and sexually.

He stretched out an arm to grab a pillow and put it over part of his face. She could see him giggling, but as the smile faded, she, still sitting on his thigh, knew he was getting ready to confess what he wanted to do to her, or rather, what he wanted her to do to him.

"I want you to sit on my face and ride it."

"Oh," she exclaimed, trying to hide her astonishment as she hadn't expected that, but she didn't dislike the idea either, "interesting. Is that why you put the pillow over your face?" She dared to joke, "To get used?"

"Have mercy on me, please," he said as he laughed, half joking and half serious.

"I will," she said more seriously now as she settled herself, sitting on his waist and leaning forward to pull the pillow away from his face, "no problem," she said resting her hands on his shoulders, nodding and with an encouraging smile that she wanted him to see. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of or weird, a lot of men like that too," she said quietly.

"I'm beginning to worry that you know so much about men's kinks," he said again half joking and half serious.

"I had some curious experiences, yeah... But who hasn't?" she asked without thinking.

He. He didn't have any, and when she realised what she had said, which fortunately was quick, she put her hand quickly to her mouth again.

"Fuck- Sorry," she said embarrassed.

"It's all right," he said laughing resignedly as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"So... Are you sure you want to?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"You're going to find it hard to breathe..." she warned.

"It's not like you can kill me."

"That's fair," she said smiling sideways, "all right then," she said leaning down to give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips. "But warn me if you need to stop, okay?" she said as she pulled away from him to change positions, and he nodded.

She was honestly embarrassed to find herself putting her knees to the side of his head and settling down to bring her pussy closer to his face, it was the first time she had ever done such a thing, but she was glad to experience what she was experiencing and to be able to say that in a way he had been her first time too.

But she didn't want to sit down dropping her weight — she was afraid of hurting him with her weight, though she knew that (as well as choking him) was impossible. She made eye contact with his pleading eyes, eyes that were so kind to her that they soothed her, and at the same time also excited her. And all he could see was her, but mostly he only had eyes for her.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath as she slowly sat on his face, slowly adding more and more weight until she was completely on top of him. He began to fuck her with his tongue, straining to move his tongue quickly and do his best. The instant she felt that along with the tip of his nose against her already sensitive clit she moaned and clutched at his scalp, partly for stability as she began to rub herself against him.

The moans of one excited the other, although his could barely be heard as he was crushing the lower half of her face with her pussy. Nothing but the moans of both and the sounds of his tongue licking inside him filled the bedroom (along with the ceiling fan, the only witness in there to what they were doing and which was doing nothing to quench the heat they were feeling). That made her move harder and faster against him, and the more she rubbed his nose against her clit. She felt a little guilty because she knew he couldn't breathe, but she also knew she had nothing to worry about thanks to his powers. And she was close, feeling hotter and hotter inside her, and she desperately rolled her hips on him, showing him no mercy in that regard.

With her head thrown back, her lips parted as she moaned, she arched her back and clenched her toes as the heat building in her belly surged down her body, and she unconsciously tried to pull away from him through the spasms of pleasure she felt in her clitoris. Bob held her thighs tightly in his hands, large palms that shyly and slowly slid to her buttocks, squeezing them needily when they reached them.

When she pulled away from him he felt her orgasm slide down her entrance and drip into his mouth, and then she lay defeated beside him as he wiped his face with his right arm.

"So did I do well?" He asked anxiously for the answer, turning his neck to watch her catch her breath at the same time he did, but with his eyes closed. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah yeah," she moaned, still with her eyes closed, not noticing that his eyes were fixed on her breasts. "And you? Are you all right?" She asked as she opened them and craned her neck, moving her arm towards him for physical contact.

"Oh yeah," he replied with bated breath, nodding his head. "Better than ever, thank you," he said laughing nervously and blushing.

"You're welcome," she replied also laughing. She had to laugh, the situation was surreal but she was loving it.

"Um- Can I touch your tits...?" he asked shyly, trying to look her in the eyes and trying to avoid looking at them, but failing in the attempt.

"Touch anywhere you want honey, I'm all yours," she said smirking. "Come here," she indicated with her index finger, and he obeyed putting his knees at her sides and sitting on her, careful not to drop his full weight so as not to hurt her. Trembling he brought his hands to them, at last touching what he had wanted to touch all day and for months.

"Oh God," he said in awe, his breath hitching as he squeezed them, "they're so soft... And so beautiful..." he said mesmerised as he leaned down to get much closer to them, and as an idea popped into his mind he looked up, "Can I suck them...?"

She didn't even answer, she just grabbed him by the back of the head with her dominant hand and put his face in them. He rubbed his face against them and in the cleavage, and then, while squeezing one he did everything with the nipple of the other: kissing, biting and pulling, licking and sucking... — not necessarily in that order, he just did what he felt without thinking, moving from one action to another when he got tired of one, and the same from one tit to the other. Now that he had the chance to touch her exactly where he wanted to he wasn't going to waste it.

"Bob..." she moaned as she lifted his chin, wanting to get his attention and make him look at her. Their hungry gazes connected, even though his hair was falling messily down his face and saliva was running down his chin. "Kiss me," and as usual he obeyed, and their lips met again, as did their saliva and tongues. "What else do you want me to do?" She asked when they broke apart for lack of air.

"Fuck me, ride me," he begged, "please," he said as he pulled back from her and lay down on the bed.

He watched nervously but anxiously as she settled down on top of him and took hold of his cock to finally push it slowly inside her. Bob really wanted to see his cock disappear inside her, he had daydreamed about it many times, but the instant he felt its tip enter her wet entrance he had to throw his head back, whimpering and clutching at the mattress as if his life depended on it, clutching even tighter and panting with every inch he entered her.

"Are you okay my love?" She asked as she sat fully on top of him, not because of the weight but because of his condition. Bob's was a little big on her, and she was a little small on her, but it was bearable. She knew he could handle it, but she wanted to make sure.

"Yeah-" he moaned, loosening his grip on the mattress.

"Yeah," she said smirking, "you look very good..." she said as she scanned his muscular abdomen, the same one she'd longed to touch in the morning as she placed her hands on his lower half.

"Oh fuck-!" he moaned as he felt her start to move, and even if it was slow he gripped the mattress tightly again as she held the index finger of her dominant hand in front of her lips where she had a playful smile, meaning that it was better if the others didn't hear them. "Fuck- Sorry- But you feel- God-"

"Don't be sorry," she said still smiling in the same way, "I love to hear you like this," she said as she grabbed his hands and put them on her waist. "Touch me like you're creaming me again," and he obeyed trying to do his best while trying to stay sane and silent, watching in front of him her tits with his saliva traces and his hands sliding up and down and up and down, from her tits to her buttocks.

"Fuck- You feel so good-" he moaned, trying to keep it to a whisper. "Both inside and out... I-I don't think I'm going to last long..."

"Not yet honey, come on," she moaned, "you can do it, I know you can. Do it for me, okay?" she pouted as she wiggled. "Be a good boy and cum when I tell you to."

"P-Please..." he whimpered, tightening his grip on her buttocks. It was definitely going to leave marks, but she wouldn't complain and would wear every bruise and scratch like badges of honour.

"Wait, I assure you, it's better to cum at the same time."

Surprisingly he obeyed again. She thought that by picking up the pace he would cum instantly, but he endured it well, and clearly let him know it by saying that he was taking her very good. Luckily for him she didn't have long to go before she was at the same point as he was — it seemed like his cock was made for her, and to be honest, it was making her too hot to see how he was on the verge of tears as he felt so much pleasure thanks to her.

Hearing her moan his name between compliments as they made eye contact while bouncing on top of him was the last straw, literally. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, thinking it would stop the sobbing, the moaning, and above all the orgasm coming out of him, but it was no use. He didn't have time to warn her, but neither did she. The sensation of her wet walls pulsing around him, just as his cock throbbed inside her as he filled her was too much. Unconsciously, as he felt both his body and hers go into spasms he gripped her waist tightly again as when she was on top of his face.

There was no turning back now, she could proclaim his virginity and what was the best orgasm of his life. Although he knew it would feel better than using his hand he didn't imagine it would feel that good. He was thankful he was lying down, because he ended up exhausted (although he guessed correctly that he would soon recover all his energy, also thanks to the serum). And he wasn't the only one, but she still slowly rocked her hips back and forth, wanting to enjoy him until the last few seconds before she was separated from him.

"God," he sighed, "that was... wonderful," he said as he let go of her hips and she stood up, pulling away from him, "thank you so much. Uh- Did you have fun?" he said as he craned his neck to watch her, watching as she sat in the gap between his legs and let out his semen mingled with other fluids.

"Bob, I've cum twice," she said pointing to her entrance, and as he heard her answer and saw all that came out of her he blushed, but most of all he felt happy and proud of himself, "what do you think?" she asked smirking, a smile that infected him.

"I wanted to make sure," he answered as she approached him awkwardly, her knees giving out from riding him so much one way or the other.

"But you didn't cum when I told you to," she said as she dropped down beside him, laying on her side as she was at first.

"Did you? I think you were more busy cumming on my cock," he said as he got into the same position as her, and the instant she heard that she gasped and had to hold a laugh at the same time.

"How dare you...!?" she asked totally surprised. "I'll have to punish you for double," she said playing along.

"Whenever you want," he said, and they both leaned in for a kiss, short but sweet as their smiles relaxed. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You already are."

He would take that as a "Yes".

"Um... Your letter is very romantic, and always but especially this weekend you've been very... attentive and affectionate with me," seeing where he was going the young woman's face became more serious, "and I was wondering if... you're in love with me, because sometimes I get that feeling but sometimes I also think I'm delusional..."

"What makes you doubt that? Apart from the obvious," she said referring to his low self-esteem due to his depression and traumas.

"I remember a few months ago I said I liked short skirts and soon you started wearing a lot of them, but it could also be because it was getting hot," he said smiling nervously but hopefully, and now he was the one who spread the smile to her.

"It was because of you," she laughed defeatedly, nodding slightly with her eyes closed. She could no longer escape or deny it, but after what they had done she felt hopeful and it wasn't a bad time to confess it once and for all. "It's all because of you, Bob," she said as she opened them, looking up at him with a tender gaze.

"You make me the happiest man in the world," he said grinning from ear to ear as he rose to get on top of her, kissing her face full of kisses as she giggled with a blush. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said as she laughed and placed her hands on his cheeks before kissing him again.

"I can't believe the candles' wish came true so fast," she said as she put her hands on his shoulders.

"Was it me?" she asked surprised but happy.

"Yeah, you — to have you all to myself once for all."

© trainer-from-unova / alicent burton | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

post credit scene:

"Hey, now that I think about it, what kinks do you have?" Bob asked when the room was quiet and dark after taking a cold shower, trying to sleep once and for all.

"Good night my love," she replied with a laugh.

[slut4smokemoore09]

When You Know, You Know "Man I think I fucked up..."

Annie & Smoke's House — Backyard, Mississippi, 1998

The morning air was humid, thick with that heavy Mississippi heat that clung to your skin like a second layer. Cicadas were already screaming in the trees, and the smell of grass, sweat, and distant barbecue lingered like a memory.

Sammie sat stiff on the back porch steps, wearing a wrinkled white tee and some gray shorts, elbows on his knees, staring at the dirt like it owed him money.

Smoke leaned back against the rail post, shirtless in black jeans, lazy as always, puffing on a Black & Mild with his eyes half-lidded.

Stack had a cap twisted sideways on his head, an old Sprite can in one hand, bouncing on his heels like a damn puppy that needed walkin'.

"So... what's wrong wit'chu now?" Stack asked, already grinning like he knew the answer.

Sammie shook his head. "Nothin', bro."

"Uh huh. That 'nothin' voice sound a whole lot like a 'somethin' voice," Stack said, squintin'. "You look like you seen a ghost... or like you kissed one."

Sammie ran a hand down his face. "Man..."

Smoke didn't say nothin'. Just let the silence breathe.

Sammie finally leaned back, elbows pressed behind him. "Aight, listen—don't laugh, aight?"

Stack: "I'm definitely finna laugh."

Sammie gave him a look, then sighed. "Last night... I was sleepin', right?"

"Yeah..."

"And she was sleepin' too—Evangelize. And we was in the bed 'cause you know Annie got all the guest rooms full and shit—"

Stack cut in: "Uh huh, yeah, yeah, go 'head."

Sammie took a deep breath.

"...I said it."

Stack blinked. "Said what?"

Sammie stared down at the wooden steps. "I said I loved her."

Silence.

Stack blinked slowly. "Out loud?"

Sammie nodded once. "Whispered it. Thought she was sleep."

Smoke let out a low "Damn."

"And then," Sammie added, "I woke up this mornin' laid on top of her like a damn bear rug."

Stack damn near choked on his Sprite. "NIGGA, WHAT?"

"I ain't mean to!" Sammie snapped. "I ain't know I even laid on her like that. I was sleepin' heavy."

Stack sat down two steps above him, laughing hard. "You mean to tell me you confessed your undyin' love while she was sleepin' then fell asleep on top of her like y'all been married ten years?"

Sammie buried his face in his hands. "I was layin' on her chest, bro. Like face to titties. My leg was hangin' over her, other one under, arm round her waist—like I was tryna become her."

Smoke chuckled low, finally speaking. "That boy said 'Fusion dance.'"

Sammie moaned into his palms. "Bruh, I can't even look her in the eye. She came down to breakfast this mornin' and I damn near ran back upstairs."

Stack slapped his knee. "She prolly ain't even hear you say nothin', dawg!"

Sammie shot him a look. "I ain't stupid, Stack. She was blushing like hell. And she kept lookin' at me like she knew somethin'. Plus—Annie gave me that look. You know the one."

Smoke nodded slowly. "Yeah, she knew."

Sammie leaned his head back against the wooden post. "I been actin' like she don't exist all damn day. Every time she walk in the room, I act like I'm busy. I started sweepin' outside, bro. Ain't nothin' out here but dust."

Stack leaned forward. "Okay but... be real, Sam. You meant it, right?"

Sammie looked down again. "Yeah... I meant it."

Stack clapped a hand on his back. "Aight then. That ain't no L. You was just... premature wit' the declaration."

Smoke tapped ash off the tip of his Black & Mild. "You scared 'cause you got somethin' to lose now."

Sammie stared out across the yard, heart thudding slowly. "...She looked so peaceful. And warm. I ain't even wanna move."

Smoke just nodded like he understood. "That's what love feel like. Make you feel like you home even when you somewhere temporary."

Stack shook his head, but he wasn't smiling anymore. "You gon' tell her you know she heard?"

Sammie didn't answer right away.

"Nah," he finally said. "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"'Cause... if she was tryna pretend she ain't hear, that mean she wasn't ready. I ain't tryna rush her. I ain't tryna make her run."

Smoke raised his eyebrows slightly, impressed.

Stack just leaned back and muttered, "Damn. That boy growin' up."

Sammie rolled his eyes. "Man, shut up."

But still, he smiled a little.

The kind of smile that only shows up when your heart's too full to keep pretending.

The sun was leaning low in the sky, throwing long shadows across the porch where Evangelize sat curled up on the swing, one leg tucked under her, the other swinging slowly. She wasn't crying, not exactly. But her face was tight, her eyes somewhere far off, and that stubborn little line had shown up between her brows again.

The door creaked behind her, and Smoke stepped out, shirtless, a towel hanging around his neck. He smelled like work—wood, sweat, and outside. He didn't say anything right away. Just stood there for a second, then lowered himself onto the steps.

"You good?" he asked after a beat.

Evangelize shrugged, eyes still straight ahead.

"Mm," Smoke grunted, chewing the inside of his cheek. "That's a no."

Silence.

The swing creaked beneath her, and the breeze finally picked up enough to cut through the heat. Evangelize exhaled slowly, trying to cool the fire in her chest.

"He walked right past me," she muttered. "Looked me dead in my face. Didn't say a damn thing."

Smoke didn't ask who. He didn't need to.

"Like I ain't him," she said, voice harder now. "Like I don't live in the same house. Like we wasn't just sittin' up last week laughin' about dumb shit."

Smoke ran his fingers through his hair, leaned back on his elbows. "Y'all fall out or somethin'?"

Evangelize shook her head. "That's what's crazy—no. Nothin' happened. He just switched up. Startin' actin' weird outta nowhere. And now it's like I'm invisible or somethin'."

She leaned back in the swing, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched.

"We best friends," she said. "He been my person since—shit, since I got here. That boy know all my business, all my moods. He used to finish my sentences, Smoke. Like... we was locked in."

Smoke nodded slowly.

"And now he actin' like I done somethin' wrong, but won't even say what it is."

"That boy speak to anybody else?" Smoke asked.

"Yep," she said quick. "He talkin' to Stack, laughin' with Annie. Whole time I walk past, he look down at his hands like I'm air. I said, 'you good?' last night. You know what he said?"

Smoke raised an eyebrow.

"Nothin'. He just blinked at me and kept it pushin'. Like I'm crazy for even askin'."

Smoke didn't say nothin' right away.

Evangelize glanced at him. "You ever had somebody go quiet on you for no reason? Like, one minute y'all vibin', and the next—it's like you don't even exist?"

Smoke gave a slow nod. "Yeah. I have."

She rubbed her hand across her forehead, frustrated. "I can't tell if I'm mad or hurt. 'Cause I keep wantin' to be like, 'what the hell wrong with you?' but also... I miss him. And it's hard to miss somebody who in the same room."

Smoke let that one sit.

"Maybe he goin' through somethin' he don't know how to talk about," he offered.

Evangelize scoffed. "That's what everybody say. But if I'm your best friend, why you can't talk to me?"

"I ain't sayin' it make sense. Just sayin'—some folks bottle up. Even when they don't mean to."

She went quiet again, staring out at the gravel driveway.

Then, softer: "I'm tryin' not to take it personal. But how can I not?"

Smoke stood and stretched, popping his neck. "You ever wanna hit somethin', let me know. I'll hold the pillow."

That got a tiny laugh out of her. "Shut up."

He grinned, leaned down, and kissed the top of her head real quick like a big brother would. "He'll come around. Don't chase him, though. Let him feel that distance. Let him miss you back."

She nodded, slow but still heated. "He better."

Smoke headed inside, letting the screen door slam just a little. Evangelize stayed on the swing, her fingers curlin' into the armrest like they had somethin' to say.

Inside the house, she could hear laughter—Stack's loud ass, and that familiar second voice, low and muffled, his voice.

She blinked fast, looking out at the street like it could distract her from the ache in her chest.

"He walkin' around here like I don't even matter," she whispered to herself.

The swing creaked again.

And still, he ain't said a word.

[naomi-nana]

Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day/afternoon/evening! Could I suggest one in the Reader enjoys giving homemade donuts to Ruggie as a thank you for helping him with his tasks?

✎ᝰ. do nut deceive me! .

while ruggie feels, oh, so very grateful for the homemade goods you make for him each time he helps you. he also can't help but feel a little suspicious at your kindness.

featuring : ruggie bucchi

cw : gn!reader(not sure if u were asking for a male reader with how you worded it ... so i made it gender neutral instead, if that's okay!), fluff, bad grammars, probably ooc ruggie, reader is yuu

a/n: HAAII thank uu for the request!! SO sorry if this is ooc, i genuinely struggled writing for him. the reason why it took so long is because i had to read fics of him to understand his personality better lmao. i hope this was what u were asking for, anon! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

you've known ruggie long enough to know of his family background. and, truth to be told, you've always felt bad for the guy. while you know that he sometimes steals from others just to survive, you also know that he's a good guy underneath.

he always helped you with a lot of things. even if he expects payment, you really appreciate his help throughout your days in NRC. the first time he helped you was when you ran out of ingredients in your shared dorm with grim.

"the shop was a lil' packed today for some reason," he sighs, handing you the paperbag full of cooking ingredients, "so you gotta pay me double for that, shishishi!" he snickers, rubbing his hands together menacingly.

"sigh ... of course i'll pay you." his face lights up at your reply, almost jumping excitedly as he await whatever payment you're giving him. "here, i made some donuts earlier. you can have some!" you hand him a food container filled with all kinds of donuts. if ruggie were to die, this would probably be the heaven waiting for him in the afterlife.

"woah! no way, all of this is for me?!"

"well, yes ... you don't want this?"

"hey, i never said that!" he almost immediately snatched the container from your hands, snickering to himself. "if ya want me to help with something again, you can always hit me up! still with payment, of course." after he took the container, he left quickly, skipping his ways towards the gates of ramshackle.

it seems like he's very happy about those donuts.

the next few days, whenever you are struggling with something, ruggie always materializes right beside you and says something along the lines of, "seems like you're in need of my help, shishishi!" and right after that, you would always pay him with homemade goods.

even if ruggie accepts it happily, he can't help but feel suspicious of you. because who the hell would act so kind towards someone like him?

so, one day, after he had received another one of your homemade donuts in his favorite flavor-not sure how you knew that-he asked you a question. "hey, don't know if you're dense or what, but don't you think you're being a little too kind in this school? y'know, this place's not exactly kind to kind people."

"i don't see anything wrong with it." you replied, looking as innocent as ever. seriously, do you actually think if you keep acting kind towards people, everybody will like you? you're just going to be taken advantage of! like he's currently doing right now. er, not really.

"it's just cuz' you're so oblivious."

"then, should i stop giving you donuts?"

what?! that's the worst solution you could ever come up with! "no, no, no, i never said that. 'm just telling you to be more careful!" he sighs, making you raise an eyebrow. "this school will chew you up someday." he mutters under his breath, opening the food container in his hands.

"guess i better stick around to make sure that doesn't happen, shishishi." he continues, snickering to himself as he took one of the donuts to munch on it.

"hm? did you say something?"

"yeah," he says with a mouthful, tail flicking behind him. "the donuts are good ... just like usual."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[escapaldi]

Yeah, the thing that I think a lot of people tend to forget about parenting is that there's a role for people that's not reliant on biological or adoptive family roles that's a lot more transient that fits Law and Cora's relationship extremely well: foster family.

I'm not here to extol the virtues or condemn the flaws of foster parenting systems, but as someone who grew up seeing the good, the bad, and the everything in between, I look at the Law-Cora relationship and very clearly see that relationship, which honestly looks different depending on the people in it. Fostering (at least where I'm from) is only meant to be temporary--anything from a weekend to a few months--but sometimes it turns out longer stays than that. It's meant for kids to have a stable place while their normal adults are working their shit out. Sometimes a foster family turns into an adoptive family, but other times they're just another group in a long chain of situations. It can be the closest thing to a family one has ever had, or just people who you later exchange cards with. Anything from "Mom" or "Dad" to "Ms" or "Mr" to just using given names like weird siblings--it's different for everyone.

Law's biological family was wiped out. He had no one. Then Doflamingo comes along and does the sinister version of adoption. This terminally-ill tween goes from one horror story to another. Say what you will, but Doflamingo was not in the correct headspace to raise children. Look at what he ultimately did to Baby 5 and Dellinger. But Law... Cora learned something crucial about him and decided that he needed to get into a better place, ASAP. He took emergency responsibility and carted his ass all over trying to get him help so that he could one day be stable, because as also ill-prepared to handle the upkeep of a child as Cora was, he had the love and compassion that his brother lacked, which is frankly the key here.

Are there other foster parents in One Piece who do things very different? Yes--I can go on a whole fucking rant about how Dadan was a piece of shit if I wanted to--but that's not the point here.

I do imagine that, should there be a Coco-style afterlife in One Piece, if there is no one waiting to greet Law when he arrives, he'll go searching for his family before all others. His parents, his sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; he'll find the Flevench Trafalgars and they'll be delighted that he's hopefully come back to them old and gray and with a lifetime of stories to tell, of medical advancements, and the proof that he honored them by continuing their practice of medicine. That he took the hands he wanted to use to murder and used them to heal instead, because that's what we're watching Law try to do in canon. He becomes better than the soldiers who razed their home, which is the ultimate revenge.

...but then, on the edge of the crowd of his relatives, he catches sight of blond hair in a red hat and he realizes who it is, and his father urges him to go, and his mother says it's alright because they've already talked, and Law--who left the living as a great-grandfather and stoic patriarch--meets this man who died the same age as a grandkid was at his funeral and fucking loses it, because although he was far from perfect--Nika above he wasn't perfect by a long-shot--he was the first adult who cared anything close to what his parents did... was the one who took care of him until he reached his adopted family (in this case, his brothers Penguin-Shachi-Bepo), and was the one who made sure he lived. Countless people were helped with Law's medical knowledge as he honored his biological parents, but he only lived long enough to do so because of Cora... because both parenting situations were important, even though their relationships were really different.

Do I think that in a canon sense Cora would have tried to adopt Law had he lived long enough? Yeah. Do I think that it would have changed Law's trajectory much, pulling him away from honoring his parents and Flevance and keeping their medical traditions alive? Not at all. It's honestly a given that Law loves and honors his parents, given his chosen profession; what's interesting is that he also honors the one who only had him for six months, because they were just as impactful on him, just in a different way.

I am also sorry about the rant but I have feelings about this.

Poor Law thinks he's hallucinating about his dead father 😭

I already said this over on Blueskye but-

I personally don't really see Cora as a parental figure/dad, if only cuz OP is usually rather overt about those sorts of relationships (Zeff, Bellmere, Whitebeard, etc).

I like them being this weird, nebulous sort of deal that isn't defined by nuclear family roles. Law never refers to him as a father figure or even an older brother. He's just Cora-san.

Law HAD A DAD who was nurturing and loving and patient and taught him a lot of stuff, and Cora is very, VERY different from that, (and also not old enough to be Law's dad either-)

In the end, I just don't like people always needing to put "found family" into hardcut nuclear family roles. Human connection is more complex than that.

He's just Cora-san :y

[sirxlla]

Fresh Air & Wheat Fields

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Warnings: Fluff, Long

Prompt: How you met Clark

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts. (Tagged @preciouslilmonster )

-With that said, it's all under the cut-

You are the daughter of Poison Ivy, kidnapped at a young age, and taken to Stagg Labs in the middle of buttfck nowhere Kansas. They treated you like a lab rat, gave you a number, and kept you out of the sun so the chlorophyll in your skin couldn't photosynthesis into power.

Recently some new security guard left the cell door open after your daily shot. Such an idiot, you waited til shift change, which was about a ten-minute amount of time where no one was there. You stood in the sunlight through the window, your skin turning a beautiful green color. It's now or never, so you shattered the window and ran.

The shift change took much longer than usual, which gave you extra time to get off the lab property, but where would you go? You don't even know where you ar-

"I can't think about that right now." You reminded yourself as you continued to run, you took in the little water that formed into dew on the grass you ran through. You ran until exhaustion, falling down face-first in the middle of a wheat field.

Clark's father called him down to investigate something he saw out of the corner of his eye on the edge of the property while sitting on the porch swing. Clark approached the spot with cautiousness; he could hear breathing from even where he stood on the porch with his father. He knows there's something there, but what is it is the question.

Clark got closer and pushed through the wheat, a sick-looking green woman. His eyes narrowed with confusion as his heart filled with compassion. He shrugged off his tee shirt and wrapped it around you, picking you up with ease.

Once Clark got into the house he set you on the couch, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your naked body. Jonathan saw the numbers on your green skin and freaked out. He wanted to reach for the phone to call the police. Martha gently grabbed his wrist as she saw Clark's worried expression.

"Does she not deserve a chance? The same one you once gave me, Father?" His crystal gaze met his father's with compassion and worry. He already knew Clark had made up his mind. "Please, I will take care of her myself."

Martha and Jonathan nodded their heads. He was definitely Martha's son, maybe not by blood but in compassion and love. Clark raced up to his room to get some of his own clothes, and he swiftly put them on you, keeping his eyes closed the entire time but brief glances to make sure he wasn't hurting you.

Your forehead is burning up, and he gently blew on it to help lower your temperature. He waited on you hand and foot for three days until he saw you begin to wake.

Clark saw you shoot up, and he very quickly held up his hands to show you he wasn't a threat. The air was clean, it smelt of different plants, it smelt full of life, even rain, maybe a few miles away. Your eyes filled with wonder as you got used to the new feelings filling your senses.

"Ca- Can you talk?" Clark asked quietly so as not to overwhelm you, slowly lowering his hands as he saw you nod. "Are you hungry?"

"I can eat?" You asked with pure happiness. The lab only fed you on "special" occasions, but for the most part, they just let your body photosynthesize the minuscule amount of light you would get. Clark's face filled with pity; he could tell there was a lot more about you that he didn't know, but none of it felt like it might be dangerous.

"Yeah, you can eat. Are eggs okay? I can get you some juice or water or something." He asked as he moved over to the kitchen, still watching you from across the room.

"Eggs and water?!" You asked with pure excitement, very quickly getting up to go over to him, not even really noticing the clothes or the fact that you got up too quickly. Your vision started to black, and before you knew it, like in the blink of an eye, he was holding you up so you didn't fall to the floor. He helped you to your seat, and slowly let go of you with a kind smile, you're adorable to him.

"Stay here, you're weak." He rounded the table to make you breakfast, grabbing you a glass of water which you downed within almost a second of him giving it to you.

"Woah, okay. I guess you really need a lot more water." He grabbed a gallon jug of water and a bendy straw and pushed it over to you.

"Drink it slowly; you don't wanna throw up." He said before you nodded in compliance and he moved to crack the eggs into a bowl, all twelve in the carton. He was sure you'd definitely eat them all, and if you didn't eat them all, then he would eat what was left.

"What's your name?" You asked whilst taking a breath away from drinking the water. You noticed his curly black hair and blue eyes, he was definitely prettier than the men Stagg hired to experiment on you or keep you in line.

"My name's Clark. What's yours?" He asks as he makes sure not to get any shell in the egg before he whisks them, adding salt and pepper.

"They call me my number or Project Dalia...I think I remember my mom calling me Y/N, but I don't remember it very well. I've been in a lab for so long." Your brows furrowed as you try to remember your past. Clark tenses his jaw as he hears how they'd call you a number, how inhumane.

"You aren't ever going back there if I can help it. I promise." He said with a certainty that made your heart leap, no one had ever advocated for you, and his unnecessary kindness made you feel safe.

You silently watched him as you slipped your water slowly like he had requested, your chin resting on your palm as you watched him cook the eggs. He plated the food and told you to eat slow but take as much as you want. You started eating before suddenly someone knocked on the farmhouse's front door...

Who is it? Vote here. 🫶🏻.

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[syrupsyche]

Instead of working on anything substantial, I've crafted an elaborate family and backstory for modern/teacher AU Enjolras....I bestow him my greatest gift (complicated relationship with his parents ❤️)

Read more about his family below! Warning for long post:

Maximillien Enjolras + Kim Eun-ji (김은지)

= Eun-bin (은빈) Enjolras ((<- this is our Enjolras))

Korean mother, French father. They met in Korea when Enjolras Sr. was sent to work as a military diplomat, and they raised Enjolras there for a few years.

Mother was an activist who fought for women’s and workers’ rights. To this day, Enjolras is still confused how his radical, leftist mother fell in love with a government official. (Spoiler: they fought. A lot.)

During his doljabi ceremony, he grabbed a toy gavel, though really only to smack another baby’s head with it. Still, that excited his parents, who thinks he will be a great judge or police detective upholding justice one day (Spoiler: upholding justice, yes, but very clearly not on the side of the government)

Loved reading and being read to. The earliest memories Enjolras had of his father are of him reading Palmer’s Twelve Who Ruled to him. Not to be beat out, his mother read Hwang et. al.’s Gwangju Uprising to him. This is why Enjolras turned out the way he is.

Family immigrated when Enjolras was 4. Mother wanted to keep Enjolras’ Korean name on his documents, but his father kept trying to dissuade her, saying that it'll just make life harder for Enjolras. Tried to downplay his mother’s arguments that cultural names are important by saying “no one looks at these stupid papers anyways”, to which his mother promptly stole and set fire to half of his father’s papers before he could stop her.

When Enjolras asked how she never got into legal trouble, she snorted and said his father knew damn well he'd never be able to raise him as a single father, and so let the incident slide. Enjolras remains Eun-bin Enjolras on his official documents ‘til this day.

Father was barely home, so Enjolras latched onto his mother. She basically raised him as a mini version of her, and embedded in him much of the values and beliefs he still holds onto. He helped to prep mutual aid packages, seal letters written to their local ministers, take notes for his mother while she was on calls, etc.

However, Enjolras and his mother began to butt heads more often once he got older and gained an actual personality that wasn’t just his mother’s. His views on queer rights, immigration, the incarceration system, etc. deviated from her more conservative stances, and when two very similar and very stubborn people begin to fight…yeah, it caused quite a rift.

Father suddenly died when Enjolras was 17. Too busy with his final year of school and college applications and liaising with external clubs and societies, Enjolras never found the proper time to grieve. ‘Til today, Enjolras can't properly articulate how he feels about his father, and wonders if his father would even like him the way that he is now.

With his mother, their relationship continued to be fairly rocky through university and took quite a dive when he had to spend some time in jail right after university. After that, he moved out and began working as a teacher so that he can have his own finances and space (“his own space” like he isn’t quite literally living with his boss and his boss’ family)

Over time however, he and his mother began mending their relationship, the distance and time apart helping them both. He calls her every week, she learns a lot more about Enjolras’ world through her own research, and they fight a lot less often.

Enjolras finally brings Grantaire over during Seollal and his mother LOVES him; she thinks he will help temper Enjolras (HAH…). Grantaire’s a little afraid because uh oh, now there’s two incredibly intense and strong-willed Enjolrai in his life, and oh no, she’s already roping him into helping with her causes…😨

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well!

this isn’t related Exactly to /creating/ Black characters, so I hope it’s still okay to ask here. I’m planning on writing an essay-type post criticizing and comparing the racism of some pieces of media. I’m a nonblack POC, so while I feel comfortable discussing racism generally, and that which is specific to my race, I’m not sure how qualified I am to talk about some issues related to the Black characters specifically, or if it’s even my place to do so. (obviously in general I know that it’s good to speak out about antiblack racism; there’s just a couple specific situations that I’m unsure about).

Specifically, there’s a strange thing that crops up a few times here, where the white writers took characters who were previously nonblack POC (of a few different races) and recast them as Black, with their original identities entirely erased. In a few of these cases, the characters then also are pretty much entirely relegated to being mouthpieces to educate the white characters and the (ostensibly white) audience about racism, while having much of their original, well, character -- their storylines, personality, important relationships w/ other characters -- partially or completely erased. And then actual Black characters from the source material were either mostly or completely ignored, their stories and experiences with antiblackness glossed over. The white characters, meanwhile, got to retain their complexity, agency, and personalities. 

This bothers me for a couple reasons. Obviously, these characters could be both Black AND their original races (ie exploring an Afro-Indigenous character’s identity -- I would love if they did that! Rather than erasing their Indigeneity entirely), but this is never mentioned or explored by the writers; the original identities are entirely absent. It kind of ends up feeling like the writers just think all POC are interchangeable, and a Black person's experience is the same as a nonblack Indigenous person's is the same as a SWANA person's etc. etc. Additionally, I feel like if these writers /wanted/ to discuss antiblackness, they shouldn’t have completely ignored the actual Black characters and their stories (who do very much experience antiblackness!), and they also should've allowed /all/ of their Black characters to have actual characters, rather than some of them being used solely to talk about the writer’s opinion on racism and nothing else. (to be clear, my issue is not at all that these characters discuss racism -- i think they very much should! -- just that literally everything else about them was stripped away in order to make that happen, like their only purpose was to educate white people). 

In your opinion, is this situation as racist/hurtful as it feels to me? And do you think it's something I (as a nonblack poc) should be tackling at all? I do not at all want it to come across like my problem is with reimagining characters as Black; my problem is specifically with white writers erasing & ignoring characters’ races /and/ stories in order to use them to spout their own white opinions about racism. But I’m not sure if I’m missing the mark here. 

Thanks for your time! I’m very sorry for the wall of text. Thank you for all you do on here!!

Hm. I see what you're saying. I think you should just say what you said here. Because yeah, I think a lot of people mix valid critique with being antiblack, and so the validity of their argument goes out the window.

But that is weird, because at least from what you're saying here, they didn't change any of the white characters, just the other characters of color, for the purpose of teaching a white audience. And that is just... Yeah I can see being bothered by this. I try to say that, Blackness and other identities are not mutually exclusive. You can be Black and Asian! Black and Latino! Black and Native! That's one of the cool parts! But I can see the full erasure being unfair, because yeah it means that you weren't thinking about them as a character, you were thinking of them as a tool to express that you as The Writer know Racism (when clearly you do not).

Plus, you didn't even give the canon Black characters attention 😭 yeah naw I'd be irritated because the opportunity to delve was there, but somehow the available Black characters weren't... good enough? So you didn't even care about my Blackness, just again to use me as a tool 😭

So yeah, I'd just say what you said, but keep sure that you don't slip into antiblackness while trying to defend the characters' original identities. 👍🏾 Best of luck!

[m-jelly]

Hi, Jelly! I haven't sent a request in a while. How are you? I hope you're doing well ❤️

I had an idea about best friend! Levi x the reader. They've been friends since they were kids and Levi (they're young adults now) decides to give the reader a birthday present.

When they're alone after the party, he gives her a pendant to wear around her neck. He confesses his feelings to her when they're kissing alone in her room in the dark.

P.S. Sorry, “Childhood friends to lovers” my favorite trope 😅

The one I've always wanted

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, friends to lovers. childhood friends, becoming a couple.

(I love this trope too!!)

"Thank you for coming!" You hugged Hange, your last guest to leave. "This was a lot of fun."

Hange grinned. "It was! Have fun with Levi."

You pushed her a little and whispered. "He's not into me, okay? Off you go."

She waved to you and hurried away. "Bye!"

You closed your door and turned to Levi, he was already cleaning your place. "Look at you."

Levi glanced over at you with a blush. "What?"

"Cleaning my place." You moved closer to him. "You can relax."

"I know, but you know me. I enjoy cleaning."

You grabbed a bag, opened it and let him dump things in. "Hey, so do you want to stay over tonight?"

He blushed harder. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Cool." You released a long sigh. "It was a good party. Thank you for organising it."

"You're welcome."

You lightly knocked your knuckles against Levi's pec. "You really are the best."

He chuckled and gave you the sweetest smile. "Thanks. You're more wonderful though."

"Sweet talker."

"I try."

You picked up some of your presents. "I'm gonna put these in my room."

"Sure. I'll finish up here."

You moved to your room and started putting your gifts in the right places. You turned on your fairy lights and enjoyed the soft lighting in your dark room. You took a moment to sit on your bed and admire a childhood picture of you and Levi, it made your heart flutter at how life had been with him. For a long time, you adored Levi and wanted to be more than friends, but you didn't think he saw you that way.

Levi softly called your name as he leaned in your doorway. "You okay?"

You hummed and showed him what you were looking at. "Just looking at an old photo."

Levi sat next to you and looked at the picture. "That was a fun day."

You giggled. "We got up to all sorts of things that day."

He shifted a little and pulled out a box. "I got you a present."

You felt a heat rush through you. "Levi, you shouldn't have."

He offered the box to you. "Well, I wanted to."

You opened it to reveal a stunning pendant necklace with a stone that matched Levi's eye colour. "It matches your eyes."

"Well, you always tell me you love my eyes. So, I got something that you could always carry with you."

You touched the stone and hummed. "It's like you're claiming me. Mr possessive."

He shifted and turned to you. "What if I am?" He blushed when you gazed at him. "Claiming you that is. What if I am? What if I want you as mine?" He softly called your name and took your hand. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I thought about this for a while and I know there is a chance you'll tell me to fuck off and never want to see me again, but I just..."

You leaned over and kissed Levi lightly on the lips. "I love you too. I've loved you for a really long time, but I was worried you wouldn't want me."

"How could I not want you? You're perfect."

You tapped your forehead against his shoulder as you smiled. "Levi."

He put the necklace on you as he said your name. "Could I kiss you more?"

You lifted your head and gazed at Levi. "Please do."

He leaned close and smiled softly before pressing his warm, soft lips against yours. He tangled his fingers in your hair and sighed through his nose. Finally, you were together and expressing the love you'd been holding onto for so long. The two of you moved closer as you kissed in the dark with only the fairy lights illuminating your romantic moment.

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My Guilty Pleasure༄🍂࿔:･

Singer! Kazuha x Fem! Reader

You are so in love with his voice that you listened to other bands that are similar to his

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Slowburn

Warning: NSFW

(A/n): Ik I'm not the only one who thinks about this, saw a tiktok post about GI chars having similar voices to artists a year or 2 ago, and now I can't unhear it </3 I'm gonna sob

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"You know, there's this other band that has the same voice as you and vice versa." You blurted out towards your crush, a bold movement coming from you.

Kazuha raised a brow towards you, familiar with the topic he went through with multiple people as the both of you walked out of school, 

"Let me guess, is it CAS?" 

"I-" Your head snapped towards him as he laughed

"Yeah I get that a lot, But I really don't hear it. We may sound alike but we're different in a unique way" He cut you off, the two of you walking together side by side as the clouds were starting to form heavily.

"Yeah but-- There's no denying it right? you guys sound like twins, no offence to to you and Greg tho" You pestered him a bit more, looking at him pleadingly as he chuckled while adjusting his bag's straps. "Want me to drop you off your spot? It's gonna rain soon, and don't worry I don't mind" He offered.

"Oh sure! Thanks tho" You smiled at his kind gesture, screaming inside as you get to have a ride with someone who's good-looking, well known and admired. "We can listen to your playlist on the way if you want to" He chuckled as you brightened, both of you heading towards his car as he took the keys out his pocket to unlock it.

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The two of you were listening to CAS albums with your phone connected to the speaker, the weather was gloomy, rain pouring in, along with the fog covering the streets and parking lot while you were debating and ranking on each song as Kazuha wondered on how can you hear his voice in there but he can't?

"Ok what about this one, Sunsetz and John Wayne are definitely S tier, close enough to your voice." You bantered, scrolling through your phone to find more songs. "I still can't hear it (Y/n), try harder" he laughed with a smile on his face, panicking by the minute because instead of dropping you home, the two of you ended up buying food and ate inside his car that was parked outside the mall. 

Pulling out his phone to text his circle of "blood brothers".

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•Xiaolong_bao: Bedo said he can make the album cover and give it around next week

•Eye of rabortion: Aight bet

•Gyatzuha: Guys, do I fr sound like Greg Gonzales? be honest.

•Heist_zoo: Greg Gonzales? CAS' main vocalist?

•Gyatzuha: Yes

•Backshotbatos: Tbh, yeah you do, your voice is just a taaaaad bit higher/lower tho

•Gyatzuha: Is that good or bad?

•Eye of rabortion: Why do u ask? is (Y/n) with you?

•Backshotbatos: OH! Didn't know ur the type to be so concerned Scara

•Eye of rabortion: She ranted to me about that like, 2 weeks ago non-stop fuck are you awn

•Gyatzuha: Yes she's with me in my car rn- what'd she say to you?

•Xiaolong_bao: "I'm having trouble differentiating Kazuha's voice with Greg, like He's the one singing it to me, is that weird?"

•Eye of rabortion: Yeah that, Can't she just spam listen to our album instead? You and Venti are legit our vocalists, we need the views and money

•Heist_zoo: She just wanna hear Kazuha and Kazuha only LMFAOOO

•Twinkerbell: She wants you so bad bro, we know you feel the same towards her

•Gyatzuha: Do I? I don't want to rush anything, and I'm sure she's neutral with me

•Eye of rabortion: You lit made 3 songs about her, raw and unpublished. While she's out there listening to people who sounds like you #GetTfUp #JustFckAlr

'Heist_zoo, Backshotbatos, & Twinkerbell reacted 😂'

•Gyatzuha: Wow

•Backshotbatos: Look she's trying to build a connection by "fantasizing" you, her doing that means you left an emotional impression on her to make her think that way about you trust #StayWithMeNow #GetDelusional

'Eye of rabortion reacted 💀' , 'Heist_zoo reacted 👀'

•Gyatzuha: ...I don't know if I should be flustered or shocked

•Xiaolong_bao: Both ngl  

•Twinkerbell: Dude, are you guys gonna do the deed? Y'all are listening to CAS in your car 

•Heist_zoo: Fuck I'm betting that they're gonna do it

•Gyatzuha: NO WE'RE NOT

•Backshotbatos: BETTTTT Kazuha c'mon please YALL WANT EACH OTHER SO BAD PLEASE #TakeThatCookie

•Twinkerbell: Real, we're here for support if things didn't go that way tho 

•Gyatzuha: GUYS--NO WE'RE NOT GONNA DO THAT OMFG

•Eye of rabortion: Right, I put condoms in your compartment box, You're welcome

'Gyatzuha reacted 😦, Twinkerbell reacted 🙊' 

•Gyatzuha: WHAT

•Backshotbatos: #SafetyFirst 

•Xiaolong_bao: Good luck  

•Heist_zoo: I'm so proud of him I'm gonna cry

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Kazuha looked up from his phone in a panic as you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone and faced him.

"Okay what about Opera House?, wanna listen to it?" You beamed at him as he nodded. Praying, hoping that you won't think of opening his compartment box infront of you if you needed some necessities.

"Oh by the way do you have any tissues? Windows are fogging up..." You said as you were cleaning up the food wrappers and soda cups while looking for tissues.

His heart jumped and in a flash he turned on the AC, the small light indicating that it was triggered as you feel the cool air hit your skin. Kazuha helping you clean and organize in the process.

"Oh! Thanks!" you said as he cleared his throat, Opera House playing in his speakers as you continued to admire how Greg's vocals matched up to his voice.

Kazuha was feeling nervous as he thought about what his friends texted, the info he had when you couldn't stop talking about him and the main vocalist almost having the "same" voice over and over.

The atmosphere used to be exciting yet neutral but now his heart won't stop beating, not sure if it's because Scara had the gal to put a pack of condoms in his car, or it's because you're here with him in his car that might lead up to what Aether said--

"You know, this song's one of my favorites.." you sighed, looking at the window watching droplets sliding down and connecting to each other, his head turning to your direction. Looking like you're remembering something nostalgic but kept up the happy go lucky façade.

"No matter how deeply in love and devoted you are to that one person, even if you'd go through extreme lengths knowing there's gonna be times where you get so hurt by them too--you just keep going because it makes life worthwhile--" You were giving a brief summary of the song and the more you continued, the more your tone was off, he can feel it in his bones every time you feel down or sad about something.

"....What's wrong? Did something happen?" He hesitantly blurted out, panic thrown out the window as concern flooded in. He didn't want to be up on your business unless you asked help from him. But with that tone? He had the urge to help you just because you were sad.

There was a pause for a few seconds, and before he could open his mouth, you spoke.

"Kazuha...is it bad, that I also like to hangout with you because of your voice?" You cautioned, voice soft and guilty as he sat there, not knowing what to say.

"Well...I-"

"Ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way, what I meant is that--your voice is just so soothing that I can't stop listening to it...that's why I enjoy hanging out with you most of the time and listen to your band's album along with CAS--To hear more of you..it just brings me some type of comfort" You sighed, feeling bad for him because you didn't want to use him like that.

"You're a really great and kind person Kazu...I just wanted to let that out..." 

He was processing what you said, Do you really like him? the comfort he gives you with his voice? or just the idea of him you fantasized about? he was trying to understand if what you're implying was a good thing or not. So he's going to ask you personally just to make sure.

"(Y/n)...Do you like me? or just the image of me you built in your head?"

He wasn't mad, just curious as his eyes watched you shift in your seat, looking at him with a surprised look, "What? Of course I like you, but fantasizing you? Uhhh kinda? in a way?" You confessed, there's nothing wrong with doing a bit of fantasizing or projecting your feelings on someone who sounds like him.

"Ok, so what if one day, I suddenly don't have a voice, would you still hangout with me?" He asked, eyes eager as he stared at you. Acknowledging your confession but wanting to talk about your view of him first.

"Of course I will! you're still Kazuha with or without a voice"

"But you said that my voice brings you comfort that's why you listen to our band and CAS right?"

"...Yeah, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't stop hanging out with you, your company alone is more than enough, your voice is like a bonus to your whole character" you said as you look at him with warm cheeks.

What you said flattered him, you were the first person to ever get like this with him and appreciate him like no tomorrow, even without his voice, you'd still stay by his side. Thinking about this made his face red as he calmed himself down, "That's...very appreciative of you" He couldn't find the right words at the moment as the digital clock was striking close to 5 pm.

You half-heartedly sighed and chuckled, breaking the small silence "Well if it makes you feel better, I am attracted to your whole being. Ever since I heard one of your songs, your voice just got to me first.. that's why I'm so hell-bent on listening to it along with CAS...You could say I sound obsessed with you the more I listen, but knowing you personally as the days go by, I developed feelings the more I spend time with you.." You explained to him. No traces of doubt or lies present in your voice. He was going crazy at how much he doubted and hoped if you had feelings for him weeks ago, and now that the line's been straightened, it's been proven in front of him coming from you, It's real. 

Looking at you shyly as he pressed his lips in a thin line, understanding your part as he looked at the front, the sky was getting dark, rain still pouring, as there were less people walking by, going to their desired locations. 

"So...does that mean we're official?" He questioned again, he wants to make sure that your feelings for him are real as the both of you were looking at each other with hope and love.

"..Well, if you feel the same towards me like how I do to you, then yes" You assured him, heart fluttering because you're enjoying the time of your life with him in his car, in the most sweet and casual way.

So he laughed softly.

The good-looking boy with a voice of an angel laughed at you in relief, The music and his laugh almost synced in together that you could hear heaven.

"Thank God (Y/n)-- I love you too I'm flattered, really. To know that we share the same feelings with each other, I'm honestly scared of being used that's why I pestered you a lot... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you" The white haired boy confessed, looking at you with sorry eyes as you looked at him softly.

The feelings you have for him are strong. He understands you no matter how weird you get with what or who you think and fascinate about. He admired you like you were the strangest, most interesting thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"Oh Kazu... Please don't be sorry, it's understandable to be cautious. I'm sorry I made you feel that way..." leaning towards him to give him comfort and holding his hand in the process made him swallow the lump in his throat, heart lurching out his chest.

With the rollercoaster ride of emotions he felt an hour ago, he's now eager--too eager to get with you. Both of you confessing to each other, pouring out all your feelings and secrets, being transparent in each other's presence. 

His breath in a hitch, eyes lingered on your frame, a dark shade of red with a hint of orange that's full of...affection--full of want and need. 

"Kazuha? You okay?" You whispered, your eyes full of concern, your perfume hitting him hard as he felt blood rush to his cheeks and body at how close you are, warm and inviting as thoughts were racing, clearing his throat.

"Y-yeah, yes I am...thanks" he breathed out, eyes looking anywhere else but you.

"Did I say too much?"

His head snapped back to yours, you weren't smug, just concerned. But he felt hot despite the AC running for a good while, "No...not at all, you're just..''

Fuck was he entranced towards you, His body was not well rested, one elbow rested on top of the armrest as the other was loosely draped at the steering wheel.

You smiled at him, closely leaning to his face as your heart started beating fast and he did the same, eyeing your lips before looking back at your eyes. Tension creeping up fast as he closed the gap, mushing your lips against his gently. 

And Oh--Ohh the soft and electric feeling you have traveled all over your bodies, his hand left the steering wheel to touch you, to caress your back, lightly massaging and squeezing the sides as it traveled up and down. Your right hand lightly squeezing his cheek as your body weight shifted towards him, both of your arms now wrapping around his neck.

You felt him deepen the kiss as he slowly pushed the weight you held against him to give a balance. Mouths opening wide as the kiss went wild and rough, gasping and letting out moans coming from your mouth made him feral. If only the central armrest isn't in the way, he slowly pulled out, face red and breathing increased along with yours.

"Get in the back love"

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You moaned and continued the heated process as you laid yourself in the backseat, only left with your bottoms and bra intact as he discarded his shirt. Heavily making out and muffling out moans, as you grabbed Kazuha like he's gonna disappear at any moment, clawing and grinding against him.

"Kazuha please.." you begged him, begged him to rail you, face written with no ounce of shame as his hands traveled down your pants, unbuttoning it and removing it with the underwear included.

Now you're mostly naked in front of him, looking at you like some goddess that came to visit him, and only him that he felt special. He held your hips, groping each side moderately then going in between your inner thighs as he leaned his head on your chest, trailing kisses till he reached down your stomach.

He likes to take his time with you and wants you to have your first experience with him to be unforgettable. Moving his hand and circling his fingers against your clit, close to your hole as you whimpered, hips bucking. Holy you're wet down there.

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His ring and middle finger both went inside as you moaned, God you sound so angelic, he went up to kiss your ear and neck as his hot breath made you melt. His fingers were giving different motions--circular, scissors, and pump.

Your body jolted against him, his pace picked up as your bodies were linking to each other, hot and grinding. The windows foggy, car bouncing lightly, soft light coming from the touch screen audio, as music continued to play from your list.

You were close to reaching out your orgasm as Kazuha slowly sat up straight, gently pulling out his fingers as milky-white slick coated his fingers, dripping down the seat as he stared at it. The scent was pulling him closer, pulling him to taste you as he felt his mouth water, so then and there-- he raised his hand closer to his face, opening his mouth as his tongue licked a strip. 

Your taste drove him wild as the licks turned to him shoving his fingers down his throat, sucking all your slick as he moaned. You looked at him embarrassingly and in shocked as he finished having a taste of you. "Kazuha..." You breathed out, your stomach tightening as you feel yourself drip more of your essence. 

He looked at you with love and lust before slowly getting up from his spot, reaching out to the passenger side as he opened his compartment box to indeed see a pack of condoms bought by Scara. Taking it and sitting back down, your face was red, thinking that he was prepared for situations like these.

"My...friends, bought this for me because they know we want each other this bad..." He confessed to you, both of your faces were red. You wanted to let out a small laugh because of how supportive they are towards him.

"I... It's okay Kazu, better to be safe you know?" You giggled, you thought that he was ready for such mature activities--but his friends had to do him a favor instead.

"Do you want to continue my love?" He asked you, God his voice made you squirm as you nodded. He leaned on top of you, placing his lips against yours lovingly and hungry, your hands pulled his hair back leaving marks as he groaned, his other hand shifting down to his pants, pulling them down impatiently as he rubbed his shaft up and down.

You breathed out as you felt him rip off the condom package, placing the thin rubber on his tip and carefully pull it down, he then looked at you for confirmation as you nodded. Placing your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you by the hips, aligning his dick on your entrance as he slowly out it in.

You both moaned, your legs wrapped around him, locking him I'm place as he started thrusting, hitting. Every. Spot.

Cum starting to leak out and drop down the seat, soaking it in the process as the car moved sideways, violently. He was thrusting harder and faster as you were screaming his name, he let out a laugh as he kissed you to drown out your moans. Thank God his windows were tinted and there's not much people around.

"Kazuha... I'm.." you said between kisses and pants, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, he feels too good.

"Shhhh...I know Angel.." he mumbled, kissing your lips then forehead, giving you a headpat as he held you closer like you were made of glass, but pounded on you hard and fast.

"Ah...hhaahh~" you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible, reaching your climax as Kazuha cummed with how hard you were squeezing him. You arched your back once more knowing it's going to ache later, reaching your orgasm as you squirted while he was ramming inside of you, the climax was so good that he went quiet mid-moaning, oh how good you felt milking him out like that.

You both panted as he placed a kiss on your neck before he removed himself from you, discarding the condom into the trash where you threw the food platter you guys ate at awhile ago. 

"...So...how was it?" He asked you, grabbing your hands to sit you up gently, and covering you with his jacket while you leaned on him.

"It was--really great...makes me want to go for another round" you joked as he laughed.

"We can do that when we're somewhere more secluded love.." he breathed out, cradling you as he looked at the time, not seeing his phone was booming with notifications.

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•Eye of rabortion: sent an attachment 

•Backshotbatos: HOLY SHIT DID THEY REALLY DO IT

•Heist_zoo: THEY DID, THEY FUCKING DID

•Heist_zoo: @Kkaedehara GET YOUR ASS IN HEREEEEE

•Twinkerbell: YALL LEAVE THEM ALONEEEEE😭😭😭🙏 KAZUHA'S GON BE MAD ABT THIS

•Xiaolong_bao: I can't with y'all rn☠️ no fucking way you recorded it

•Eye of rabortion: it's not like I recorded them "doing it", it's just his car moving sideways, that's when you know🙏

•Backshotbatos: ON A PUBLIC SERVER TOO, MY BOY HAS NO SHAME😭😭🥀

•Heist_zoo: HE'S SO BRAVE FOR IT IM GONNA APPLAUD WHEN I SEE HIM

•Twinkerbell: OOOUUH TELL HIM TO CHANGE HIS PLATE NUMBER😭😭

•Xiaolong_bao: Y'all better not be leaking that video anywhere else🫩

•Eye of rabortion: Obvi we won't 🥀

•Backshotbatos: Y'ALL WE GOTTA GREET HIM WELL ON MONDAY FOR THE LOSS OF HIS V CARD

•Twinkerbell: NAH GET OUT😭

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(A/n): Ok so...I hope you enjoyed this fic but ogmyhgod, I just really HATE IT when Tumblr has these errors everytime I edit my drafts on my phone. Like when I went to check my drafts after 2 hours not knowing that it was posted so I rushed the end, fuck it's so embarrassing when shit like this happens. And yes I both edit on the PC and phone, I just use my notes app to double save. NEVERRRRR am I gonna type drafts in phone again ToT

[theguywhodoesntlikemusicals]

[Previous responces]

Paul glanced down at Richie at his comments about film taste. He scoffed and ruffled Richie's hair, giving him an admonishing, yet playful squeeze from behind where Richie rested against him. "Where the hell did you get ideas like that from? Not from your dad I hope." Or Pete. Could he picture Ted saying such things? No... No, Ted was much more sleazy than dismissive. He sighed and pat Richie's shoulder, guessing that he was going to have to be the parental figure to deal with this sort of behaviour. "Whether or not Legally Blonde is shit..." Which... okay maybe Paul thought it was, or at least Paul had never thought it would be something he would ever enjoy. "... It might be that there's elements of it that are important or meaningful to people that we wouldn't understand. It's about a woman going to law school, right? That might be inspiring to some people." He glanced forward at the film still playing on his TV. "And anyway, you shouldn't generalise like that. The book for this movie was written by a woman - Diana Wynne Jones, I think her name was. You're going to sit there and tell me she didn't have good taste making up this world?" Ok maybe she didn't make the film but Paul couldn't think of any other good examples right now.

Paul took a moment to get off his metaphorical soapbox and sighed, shaking his head. "I'm busy... sometimes," he chuckled. "Like I said, as long as you finish what you have to do, then you can slack off all the rest of the time."

He paused, scanning back years to when he went to that infernal camp to try and recall what it was like. Most of it he blocked out of his memory. "It was a lot of hikes, which I didn't mind, but also making stuff from dawn until dusk... Like weaving baskets or making a hundred wallets. All while being watched at all hours by Jerry and his Christian cronies." Paul sighed and shook his head. When did Paul stop going to church regularly...? Was it after that? Yeah, in fact he was pretty sure his spite and ire against those councilors turned him away from wanting to end up like them. "And... "Paul shuddered. "So many team building exercises. God, you weren't even allowed to talk to a girl for more than a few minutes at a time without someone thinking you were trying to have sex. It was weird. Honestly, the amount that they were thinking about stopping young adults from having sex was weirder than anything any of us could have done." Paul sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, it's in the Witchwood somewhere, by the river. I think you have to walk down a few paths off the road to get there. Don't go looking for it, those woods aren't safe if you're not with someone."

He sighed, settling down again as his thoughts drifted away from such a horrific topic. He smiled at the thought of Richie sharing another show that he liked with Paul. Even though the content sounded weird. "Eating a dragon?" Paul chuckled, resting his cheek back down against Richie's head. "Sounds like it would definitely be different. Wonder if it would inspire me to make something other than chicken and rice."

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]

The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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Happy Birthday My Dear

Cool and shaded from the midday sun, the Autobots headquarters hummed softly beneath the Nevada desert

The day seemed very normal, misleadingly routine, WheelJack hasn't blown anything up in the last 24 hours, Agent Fowler hadn't contacted the base and there has been no sightings of any Decepticons

Already, the day seemed to be a miracle

Today, however was different, it's not the silence of the base, not because the calm but you finally turned eighteen on that specific day today

You hadn't discussed it much though, no streamers, no big confetti cannons and no big party

Making it a huge deal was not what you wanted to do, given that the Autobots don't actually celebrate birthdays, you thought

How can one celebrate their birthday in an underground base, in the middle of the desert of Japser Nevada

Or you thought so

'You're up early" Said a deep, well known voice that always commanded comfort and respect

Optimus Prime was standing tall and close to the ground bridge controls, his optics shining with a gentle blue gaze, his figure tall and strong but somehow at ease

"Yeah" You said with a rather bashful shrug "I didn't get much sleep today" You confessed

Optimus started to study you with a tilt of his head "Are you having problems?" He asked which caused you to pause in your steps

"No.. It's just, it's my birthday today, turning 18" Then a paused occurred

Optimus then approached with a quiet dignity, lowering himself just enough to avoid requiring you to crane your neck upwards to him

"In that case, let me be the first, if not the only to wish you a very special birthday"

You smiled to him "Optimus you didn't have to but thank you"

He briefly averted his gaze before returning it to you "Don't human birthdays symbolise the passage into adulthood?" He asked

You gave him a simple nod "Yes, legally an adult, strange isn't it?"

"Being older has it's honors, in growing as a person" He then carefully extended his servos and opened it up "And if you permit it, I have something I'd like to show you little one"

You blinked, confused "Okay" You spoke, getting up in his servos as he stood back up

Shortly after he activated the ground bridge, the colour swirled as it lit up and you both emerged onto the desert sand but no just any desert area though

The sun was just starting rise behind the far-off rocks and there was little rocky ledge that overlooked a huge expanse of an unspoiled beach

Pastel colours of lavendar, orange and gold were used to paint the sky alive, it was a peaceful haven

Optimus then lowered himself into a sat position and remarked "I discovered this location a long time ago while conducting reconnaissance, I felt it was appropriate for this special occasion"

You let the moment speak for itself as you sat next to him on a rock that warmed by the sun light, the silence was fully, not empty

"I didn't think you guys really did birthdays" You said softly

Optimus glanced towards the horizon, his optics flickering slightly "In the conventional sense, we don't but the rejoicing of life? Of turning points? That applies to everyone and Additionally, your position among us is acknowledged"

Your throat tightened, blinking a few times "Thank you Optimus, this means a lot"

He then looked in your direction "You have faced more in your youth than many of my kind did in centuries, you have shown courage, empathy and wisdom, traits not earned by time alone"

Then, he gently took something out of his small compartment, it was a ting object

It felt smooth and a little warm to the touch, like a crystal

It was captivating how it captured the light of the sunrise in front of you

"It is a fragment of Cybertronian energon, refined and inter" He explained "It holds no power but it is.. a symbol.. of resilience, of light in dark places"

You held it like a treasure "You're giving it to me?" You asked which he then gave you a nod

"it is yours now, as a reminder that even in the unknown years ahead, you carry your own light, happy birthday my dear"

You didn't say anything for a moment, looking at the crystal in your hands, just leaned against him and he didn't move away from your touch

And you felt really seen for the first time that day or perhaps ever, not by a special not alone, not by a guardian

But from a prime himself.. and your very own soulmate..

-A<3